The tower bells chimed sweetly in harmony with the trickling stream nearby.
Just beyond the sound was a pleasing horizon, violet to lavender to rose and periwinkle skies, brushed with soft cloudy streaks of vapor.
The only insect sounds were a respectful distance away, and unlikely to approach.
The centaurs stood, hand in hand, experiencing their proximity to each other and the scene surrounding them.
"Lovely," they agreed; the view too.