Big brown doe eyes smiled back at me. Yeah, she had eyes that smiled. Her usual mountain of wild blond curls was piled on top of her head and barely contained by what I could only describe as a hair claw. I didn’t know the correct terminology for such feminine creations, but having messed around in her room enough times, I knew it to be a tricky bastard, with a surprisingly forceful sting if it clamped your skin.
