[Is she? Is she the one? Maybe. Maybe not. The last time she'd fallen, he'd vanished without a trace. Others, too -- it was fairly common around the Keep. It was unpredictable.
Her eyes meet his; wide and hazel in color and maybe a little red rimmed, she meets that stare wish a soft noise in the back of her throat.
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Her eyes meet his; wide and hazel in color and maybe a little red rimmed, she meets that stare wish a soft noise in the back of her throat.
All she can do is mutely nod.]