Claude laughed aloud as they merrily fled through the night, hand clenching hers again as they wound their way through the labyrinth of topiary. Everything just seemed right. The tinkling laughter, the touch of her skin, her hair and faux wings flowing behind her. Sometimes it seemed like she was leading him through the maze, while at others he felt as though it were himself in the fore. Several times they had to stop, either to catch their breath or for stolen, brief kisses under the moonlight.<br/><br/>He'd no idea how long they may have been wandering about, but after many twists and turns, they found themselves in what must have been the center of the structure. Chest heaving with breath and laughter, Claude fell back on to the grass, pulling Miranda down atop him with a smile.<br/><br/>"Milady," he chuckled between his panting, "I'd think none will find us here, for I am hard pressed to understand just how we've gotten here, ourselves!"