He was almost in love with her. She was beautiful — God, so beautiful. She moved like a cat, even during the daytime — strong, lithe, so powerful that he couldn’t help but watch her across the council hall. He stared, even when the debate had stopped and the council chief was tapping his foot and waiting for him to respond. Then she’d look, and her eyes would laugh and promise him he was forgiven.
She was beautiful in the daytime, but it was at dusk that he could hardly believe her. As the light faded, her black skin would melt into the night and her gray eyes glowed. It was like a communion with a god he barely knew. He couldn’t turn away.
And yet. She laughed, she smiled, she touched his hand. She was the best company he could imagine, but there was still something in her he couldn’t reach. At first he’d splashed in the shallows, then floundered deeper. Still she laughed and smiled. You could fall as far as you liked, he thought, spinning so deep you didn’t know which way to turn, and yet never reach the core of her, still slide right past the place where her secrets lived.
He wondered if they understood each other. Was it different, if you were one of them? Was there was some quiet sanctuary deep in the heart of Maj Malai, far from human eyes, where they let the secrets fall, where she was nothing but herself? Or was she an enigma, even there?
1: an obscure speech or writing
2: something hard to understand or explain
3: an inscrutable or mysterious person
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