She watched him approach, and he watched her watch him, and the way she smiled and tilted her head made him think she isn’t like me at all. The way she moved and looked was not quite like a deer, and not quite like a fox. Maybe it could belong only to a unicorn, but he only knew a few of those.
But then she spoke, in that meadow dappled with springtime, and his ears flicked forward to catch her voice, and one of his brows arched in surprise.
“Hey,” he said, though there was no offense in his voice, and only dry amusement. “That’s my motto.” Acton considered her more seriously then, all lilac with her twisting horn, her pale cloud of hair, her blue eyes like winter baubles.
No - he had never seen her before. He would remember in an instant if he had, no matter how distracted at the time. She was that kind of girl.
“Who’s we, anyway?” he asked her then, because of course they were alone.
@Mesnyi I don't do short nearly so gracefully as you do, but I Try
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