Wufei heard the faint call of another's voice so he stood, flinging water back from him. He stood knee-deep in the stream at its deepest point, his shirt folded by the flowers and water dripping out of his hair from where he submerged himself a second earlier. A smile flashed across his face. "Isamu. Good morning." He looked down at himself, feeling awkward for a second before he stepped from the stream. Every pore on his body felt alive because of it though and he hesitated to put his shirt back on. The safety this garden offered made him feel at ease this way.

"How should I say it. The night is...beautiful here," he murmured. Beautiful didn't even come close to what he felt, but no truer word came to mind. He sat, enjoying the warm sunlight that felt so different from the night's coolness as it dried his wet skin. "What did you bring for breakfast?" He eyed the items that Isamu carried with him which must look strange to anyone who caught him in journey. Why carry so much food into a garden? Who did he plan to meet? Wufei shook the thoughts away. "I would love to talk with you more as well. Do you have a lot of time still?"