Whatever broke the branch beneath its careless foot is soon fleeing. Gone - that is all that she recognizes beyond the glimpse of a white tail raised up in alarm. Of course it had been nothing more than a doe! This was a forest after all and more than horses haunted its depths like ghosts.
Still, she is unafraid as she stares into the spot the whitetail has vanished from.
Even as he materializes out of the shadows on the side opposite to where she was looking. It wasn’t the same the way she could make things come up out of the dark but he was impressive enough in his looks and charm. Her eyes find his face beneath the horns that curl up and out of his head. She thinks she could conjure up a pair out of shadow to match but Glim has never bothered to glamor herself that way.
“It doesn’t...” she mutters, turning away from his handsome face to consider the fog and redwoods. It wasn’t that they were more interesting than he was, but it was also possible that they were. Mostly, she just couldn’t keep looking at his face. It was beautiful in a way that Glim never thought a face could be and that bothered her just a bit.
Until he mentions that this is his forest, like she’s trespassed and they tiptoe around the subject of it oh so casually. Glim snaps her head back around to him and stares with narrowed eyes. “Your forest?” she says with a huff that has all the haughtiness she has in her behind it.
She manages to square up and look halfway regal despite her small height and wildness. “I hardly think this is your forest. Is your name writ upon the trees, stamped by your hoof into the ground?”
@[bruise] it’s going to be so fun when he breaks her a little ❤️