(Author's Note: Written for the LJ community, rarepair_shorts)

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I. Free Fall

He sees her for the first time on the threshold of adulthood, her luminous gold-spun tresses trailing, ending in a downy murmur at the small of her back, over robes which only hint at the woman it conceals.

He wants to ask her what it's like to stand on the precipice (her hair the color of dancing wheat stalks, ribbons thrown to the raging winds).

He wants to ask her how it feels to fall.

(He doesn't remember anymore.)

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