Delia liked to think about girly things. And her personality was almost the opposite of Peneenan's, as she seldom involved herself with contrasting things. But this wasn't to say that Peneenan didn't like to think about girly things. Delia was an encourager. And more than anything, she was a thinker. She spent most of her time in thought. It was when she went beyond thinking, unto expression, that she would contrast life. I mention this because it was Peneenan who would actually draw her thoughts out, and when he did, he usually went in the direction of war, at least at first. These things are roughly the extents to which Delia and Peneenan were divided concerning, by sex. The largest way that Delia drew out the inner knowledge of Peneenan, consisted of love and intimacy.

After meeting Peneenan Delia began to more and more love things of contrast. Peneenan offered unto her a road in things of true life, that had nearly no stopping. It was hard to say who fell in love with who first, or who came onto who first. But they thoroughly loved and enjoyed each other. With this description it may seem as if nothing could keep them apart, and nothing did, but they still overcame certain things. Delia's quietness also served her well in warring beside Peneenan. As said before, the two met each other near the end of the summer. They were both watching the sunset from the same cliff, which overlooked the beach and ocean. It seemed they both thought to themselves that it wouuld be better to share the sight with another, and just like that, they noticed each other. The sun was a vibrant but slowly extinguishing orange color, and the surrounding sky was an array of pinks, branching out to a cluster of clouds that shone greyish blue with a hint of purple, along with the rest of the sky.

They sat together and watched until the sun had just begun to pass down behind the horizon. And then they walked along the path, at times talking, and at times enjoying each other through the silence. They shared in the peaceful rest, both of which was without words, and which wasn't necessarily with words. And the bond was so strong and beautiful that it all seemed the same, and that much better when they talked together. The intimacy was also so full, that they seemed extensions*(sp.) of each other- both male and female.