If she heard him, she showed no sign, studiously tracing each glittering facet. Only when she was satisfied, having run from one end to the other, did she step back.
Then she ran.
Soundless steps, weaving through the green - her flame-licked tail held high, a marker in the distance like a drifting will-o'-the-wisp.
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