Igor was curious to know more. "Was she pretty Nonno?" "No Mimmo, she is stunning." A wisp of a smile appeared on the man's cracked lips. "But how do you know Nonno, it's just a story?" Confusion passed the boys young eyes. "But is it Mimmo? Is it just a story..."
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Their eyes met in the certain haze. The snowfall paramount, both were memorised, perplexed and stunned all at the same time. Signore Antonio Ferrai had never seen a day ragazza that looked so lost in her own right. She was capatervating. For once in his 19 years of age, he was stuck in the moment. Drawn to the girl in the snow.
For the ragazza, everything was left up to this moment, this very one. All she had worked so hard for, could be lost in one action, in one insignificant word. Signora Reeve knew all lay within her hands. This was it, but the thing was she seemed to be simply stunned.
She knew it was him. The one she had been tasked to find, but the thing was he looked so human... unlike anything she had seen before.
Now the anziani of Rocca di Papa wouldn't believe it for a word, but the giovani on the other hand knew better than to take the folk tales with no caution at all. Signore Antonio may be grown up but he still believed in fate pixie dust and all.
So he may have been tranquillised by the sight that stood before him, but did not believe it was simply a trick of the eyes.
The pixie darted out of sight like a deer when it realised it had been caught in headlights. But even though she remained hidden from view, she still watched from the bushes as the mezzo uomo broke out of his daze.
Her silver eyes peaked out of the frozen leaves. She spied as he turned, awestruck.
He allowed the cloud of white dreams to fill his mind once more as he wandered on his merry way. Smiling at the sight he had the pleasure of witnessing and contemplating weather he would come across the strange ragazza again.
Not that he didn't want to.
He was memorised by the ragazza in the snow.