Blackbeak Bluff My luck, my love, my God they came from pain

She is as a snowflake, considering whether to fall down on earth or to blow about just a wee bit longer. At least, that is what he sees as she resumes stalking him, seeming friendly enough. Especially her eyes attract him; dark and ominous, like him and his background. He wondered then how they would look under the light of the stars; perhaps they would reflect the whole sky then. He wondered if he would ever be allowed to see such beauty.

Do you speak? He questioned rather mindlessly, not knowing if her delicate yet strange looks were just coincidental.