through every collapse and creation,
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.
Without light, the darkness means nothing. The shadows dance and play about her, tricksters and ghouls who play servant to the dark. But they would not exist without light to grant them their presence. She is needed as much as he is.
The only difference is that she does not know her impact. She knows nothing of what she could mean to the world, and she cares even less. She is yet a child, and children do not bother with such things.
And so, even though she should, she does not fear. She cannot fear what she does not know. Just as he is drawn to her, she is drawn to him. Polar opposites, two ends of a magnet.
Though she does not expect him to be there, his sudden words, followed by his dark form melting from the trees does not startle her. Turning, her wide, guileless blue gaze shifts to settle upon him, lips tugging into a thoughtful frown as she considers the question. “Why should I be afraid?”
Her bright eyes turn to consider the surrounding trees, her body at ease, relaxed in a way only those with no worries can be. For she has no reason to worry, to fear. Not the gentle, cosseted child that she is. Not yet, at least.
