When he knows that he has your attention, he steps out from behind the tree, his eyes glinting. It's been awhile, hasn't it? And you're still taking a shortcut through this area? He steps into the sunlight of the evening sun. As he walks through the light, you swear that, for a moment, you see his blue eyes turn silver, but when he's back in the shade, they're blue again. He grins at you. It's dangerous for you to be wandering around this time of year. Maybe I should accompany you?
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