Chapter 42: Evelyn, Part 8
I nodded and took his warm hand. Delling was like nature, as though he were made from it and melded with it. His scent was just like the wind through the trees, his soft glow like the sun's warmth; all were elements of my love affair with the large meadow stretching outside my house. I sensed there was something deeper that drew me to him, something more than his link to my memories or the attraction I felt for him, something I couldn't physically see, feel, or explain.
Though I didn't look, I knew Tove followed closely behind. I had the inkling he was watching me and couldn't resist the compulsion to check. I jumped forward at what I saw. His complexion had changed in an instant. His milk-white mane and tail, usually glowing like the full moon at its brightest
