During the Summer, she was eight and he was ten. It was noon, the sun shined down as it sat perfectly in the middle of the blue sky. The first words they exchanged in the midst of the heat were fairly short, but memorable. "What's another word for red?" "Vermillion?" They always observed things in completely different ways. Maybe Jeongguk thought Cheonsa was more than she really was- And maybe she thought there was more than him.