Theirs is an informal first meeting. Typically, no one meets in the middle of a battle. Precisely, they don't even meet- in the process of gutting some luckless city rebel, he catches her. She must have keen eyes, too, because he stands in shadow and is the colour of coal. Maybe it's his eyes. His eyes have always been too bright, mercurial in their liquid gleam. Instead, it's the silver of his eyes that halts the golden whirlwind, if only for a moment. In a flicker she moves, sees red again, and when she looks back the cat in the shadows has faded.
bleh. take my crappy 1:30 a.m writing