|Matty is smitten by the little deviate hatchling...better than bitten!|
What do you get the girl who has everything? Who never seems to need anything…or anyone? He saw that her face and eyes were puffy: she had been crying, and denied it. He found the places, the haunts, where betrayers dwelled, translucent dream pools shimmied, wearing feathered ferns and vines, like an elaborate headdress. He gathered up what rare things he could, things that would look beautiful on her. It was nothing, really. While she was in town she got the wrapped letters: one had holes poked through. She heard a tiny squawk, and he was hers. The perfect gift.