She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. Epithalamy might do. Jack tried it, and found it locked. She looked into his eyes, truly noticing their gray color for the first time. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it.
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