It is not often anymore that she is caught being simply out. Her time is usually preoccupied in one way or another, and she doesn’t find herself starving for attention the way she often did. Or at least, it was only certain, specific cravings that she had, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to satiate it with just anyone.
But she is passing through the meadow today, a vibrant white that is almost vexatious, especially when beneath the already relentless rays of the summer sun. When she did so choose to linger, the meadow was always her choice. Maybe there was a part of her that clings to nostalgia; maybe it’s because here is where every ghost from her past has found her, and she wasn’t ready to not be haunted. She tells herself it is because the forest is too dark, and the river too loud, but she knows it’s because she is looking for a flash of storm gray (so many of them were gray, she mused to herself sometimes), of albino white, or of emerald green, and this is where they would be.
Instead, it is a bright and bold auburn that catches her eye, and she stills to watch him. She is close enough to hear his irritated statement, and there is a brief flash of amusement in her almost-black eyes. “No, but there’s me,” she says as she approaches him, with a wisp of a smile on her porcelain lips and an almost naive tilt of her delicate head when she holds the mismatched colors of his eyes with her own. “I’m not an entire committee, though. Hopefully that’s alright with you.”
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