She'd been a rumor that blossomed into a myth that exploded into a legend in what seemed like only weeks but was actually for far longer than he could remember. He'd been searching for her for twice longer than that. Equal parts mystic, muse and marauder she was as eloquent as she was elusive and ethereal. She was born of the womb but she was not of this earth. She had stardust in her fingertips but she was not of this universe. At some point he stopped searching - he had to - it was driving him mad, deciding instead to wait for her on a subway bench - for if it was to be then it would be. There was no in between. You don't chase fate, it chases you. You just have to prepare enough to know when to turn around and embrace it. He waited for months that night when she finally emerged - detaching herself from a throng of laughing mimes to approach him, a warm grin on her lips. She stuck out a gloved hand as he slowly rose from the bench to greet it "I hear you've been looking for me. I'm...."
* "The Fair-haired Mare of Union Square. I know who you are. And yes, I've been looking for you for some time. Two lifetimes - probably more. I'm Phoebus Duveau - the father of your unborn children." - A.Flo