| Deciphering the Gaze - a dangerous game. Much interpretation and guesswork with no certainty of intent. "if looks could kill..." "a love-lorn gaze..." "with lust burning in his eyes..." "eyes like a wounded doe..." - but - do they intend this? What language is this we speak, where each speaks only his own dialect, and few understand one another. Yet when an attunement is formed, the excitement wanes. It is the uncertainty, the risk which is the sparks, the flame, the shiver in the aether - between gazes. - Denariel. |