Confusion ran rampant through blue eyes, and the tigress pounced easily,
trapping the one set out to slay her. Flushed cheeks, cherry lips, wary azure
eyes. Green sought out something other than fear, stopping the attack. The
palpable fear shot into her, an arrow in the tigress' side. The fear belonged
to her, an intentional arrow. The tigress could not kill, for this
prince's heart stood true. A star against a black canvas of sky. The tigress
padded closer, no longer prowling. A request, to heal and be healed, give
and take. This prince could keep her from the barbs in the tigress' past,
the tigress could keep the prince from the barbs set in the signet. A golden
locket fell, shattering. The picture inside slipped out, a gift to
the winds.