Verdant shades washed over her senses, in waves of glorious green. Her nostrils filled up with the warm smell of wet earth as her bare feet sank into the sensuous feel of softly mown grass.
Go on, now. Take your time.
Jaya turned her head, listening with glee to the voice behind her. Vedant smiled and picked up the first thing that he could lay his hands on.
Run Jaya! He flung it as far as he could.
She took off in hot pursuit, eyeing the twig with tenacity, her ears flapping, tongue panting. She was home again. With him.