Otatso Wetlands [m] dans cho

swift; mireille was not disconsolate to see the man move to her side. shoulder to shoulder they ran for a momentless space of time, their breath and the churn of the snow the sum of their awareness.
and suddenly mireille was halting hard, falling back upon her haunches in hopes he would run ahead; she used the last of her running strength to pretend as if she would run in the opposite direction, only to arc back toward the man in a semi-circle as her dash slowed to a trot.
and as mireille circled, she kept her eyes upon his, pride upon her countenance.