The moon rose and fell, clouds rolled and unfurled. The long, long night passed, and then the Morning Sun broke the dawn. When the Morning Sun climbed to midday, the sky was clear and bright. Shimmering ripples glittered on the little lake, and bright sunlight seeped through the thin gauze curtains.
Only then did Xolotl and Alisa, asleep in each other's arms inside the tent, belatedly wake together. They gazed into each other's eyes, and all the estrangement of long separation, all the distance of the mortal world, had dissolved in the candid mingling of that moonlit night. A moment later, Alisa blushed first. She stretched out her fair palm and covered Xolotl's eyes in one motion.
"Xolotl, it's all your fault! It's already noon!... You're simply like a busy bee, always with energy that never runs out, wearing people to death!..."
"Uh... It was obviously you who kept wanting..."
"Ah! You're not allowed to talk! Help me get dressed, and keep your hands proper! Help me comb my hair and tie it up. It's too long, and you're always pinning it down... Mm, and get me two pieces of Sapodilla gum, so I can chew them properly..."
After a spell of busyness, once the two had put themselves in order, the serving maids also spread out a circle of low tables and set out Flower Tea for rinsing their mouths, along with dried fruit and pastries to line their stomachs. Piping-hot dishes had to be made fresh, so naturally they would not come quite so quickly.
In this leisurely interval, the two stuck together again, clinging sweetly as they admired the sea of roses blooming by the lake, looked at the Great Temple towering like a distant mountain, and began to chat about the royal family.
"Mm... Xolotl, that