They sat there, just simply sat there taken by the beauty of the falling day. "So warm…" Machiavelli heard the young girl sigh. The four of them were an odd sight being who three of them were. Having John Dee, Nicholas Flamel and Niccolo Machiavelli in one place, should have been some what frightening. Not today, today it was even more strange than normal, the small yet un-intimidated girl made it so. She had walked up to them and straight away told them she knew everything and had one simple request to make, that they come with her to a wonderful place. And how wonderful it was, A gentle breeze sent delicate cherry blossoms wavering into the air and dropping the into a small un-disturbed pond. "Why did you want us to come?" Machiavelli asked. "Because, I have never seen People like you all, so elegant, so seemingly perfect, un-worded but so out spoken, just so you make me want to know you, see how you "work" so to speak, you make me happy just seeing you, even more so hearing your voices." The girl smiled. Machiavelli looked over to the others, they too seemed to be taken back by the kind statement. "You seem astonished." She smiled to them. "A bit." Dee chuckled. "Yeah a little more than a bit." Flamel blushed. "Heh sorry, Mein gott it's so nice to have this moment." She smiled, laying back on the soft ever green grass. "I wish it would last forever." she continued. Machiavelli, Dee and Flamel nodded and sighed almost in unison. Making the young girl giggle and sigh in German. [1] "Ich liebe dich Unsterblichen."
[1] I love you immortals.