Lion Head Mesa Running is a victory

And the stranger spoke. They drew close enough that Genie could make sense of what she was seeing. She was slim and sylphlike, bearing an agouti coat that she'd seen several times before and yet, looked strangely beautiful on her. Genie suppsoed it could just be the lighting, or her eyes, maybe it was her eyes. She'd always been a sucker for pretty eyes, and this stranger's eyes were...uniquely striking. 

Then the stranger came closer, so close that they could touch. Genie swallowed thickly. She was not used to this. But she could certainly get used to it. It was a nice change from lonliness and, well, near madness. And then, of course, the stranger complimented her. Well, it was a compliment, wasn't it? Genie was suddenly thankful for the dim lighting; the stranger couldn't see the flush that darkened her cheeks.

The girl cleared her throat and flashed the stranger who she'd nicknamed 'pretty eyes', a shy smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft and lilting. "Um, you're really pretty," Genie blurted out, the words coming out unfiltered. "- I mean, shit, um, like - yeah, your eyes are really pretty." She was sure if her blush hadn't been noticed before, then it was definitely noticeable now. Genie looked away, shifting her weight between her paws. Fuck.