Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.

Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.

If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.

Which tent is your favourite?" he asks. "The Ice Garden," Celia answers, without even pausing to consider. "Why is that?" Marco asks. "Because of the way it feels," she says. "It's like walking into a dream. As though it is someplace else entirely and not simply another tent.

But you built me dreams instead.

Marco knows he does not have the time to push her away, so he pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, his bowler hat torn from his head by the wind...."Trust me," Celia whispers in his ear, and he stops fighting it, forgetting everything but her.

This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.