Kraton let his mouth turn crescent. The girl still hid herself behind the small boulder. "Perhaps she is scared? Pfff.. no." He suppressed a snort at his thought. Fear hadn't emitted with her stare... no, that certainly wasn't terror.

Though maybe he himself had a reason to be concerned? He had no idea what she was. Just as he was hiding behind a mortal form, she could be too. Without giving the thought consideration, Kraton forced himself away from the boulder.

"Seen enough of me then?" The voice was quieter than the outcast had expected, though without much anything fighting for volume, her words were clear.

"I am sorry miss, I didn't mean to intrude." He didn't turn back to the boulder, but he could have guessed she had appeared from it's shelter.

With her silence, Kraton slowly turned to her.

Her long hair brushed over her shoulders flawlessly, gently writhing in the breeze. Her trousers were baggy, but not so much that her outline was obscured. But her true beauty was her face: Her thin lips didn't reveal her teeth; though Kraton would have guessed they would reflect her other aspects. Her blood red eyes were nicely framed with her unusually long eyelashes. Here eyebrows followed suit, meandering with the outskirts of her eyes.

When Kraton recovered, he braced himself for her retort.

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