AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
He sidesteps her advance and she continues to circle, long limbs matching is attempt at retreat. It is a sunlit smile which meets his teasing, cherubic innocence a thin-stretched mask which scarcely conceals the mischief below. She tilts her head in silent response, tsk'ing with a shake of golden locks. Again she steps, and then another, revolving around him like a moon, drawn closer and closer to his orbit as she tries to spy and contour and dance. Her eyes never leave her as she spins, twirling beneath his azure gaze, the basket shifting in her hands and she gracefully circles the man. Jyoti swims behind her, a wake of starlight to her dance as she tries to sneak a peak at his present whilst still concealing her own.watching stars collide
She has to stop her attempts at spying in order to defend her own prize, snatching the basket from his view as he tries to use the advantage of his height. "Hey!" she laughs her indignation- as though she were not employing the same ruses, not trying just as hard as he to win the latest of their games. Curious and hungry, she yearns to see his gift, to know what it is he thinks of her, how he has chosen to reward her affections, what prize he thinks could even begin to the wonder of his heart.
"We could," she answers agreeably, stepping toward the man. But there is no fun in making things easy; it is not their way. "Or we could play a game. I'll answer one question about your present. You answer one about mine. Then we'll guess." She raises an eyebrow, a challenge offered, and extends a hand for him to shake. "Deal?"
