Any other older, more sensible human being would have run away. Or at least leapt back with a frightened yelp. But, of course, Arlette was neither old or sensible. She was young. Younger than young, and therefore, not neccsarily foolish, but unaware. Your instincts can’t rely on experience if you haven’t got any. Therefore, instead of dashing off post-haste, she inched her way closer and closer to the fence, her blue eyes clear and perfectly unalarmed. – Emily Kinney