Lion Head Mesa starlight parade

There was a hint of something in her manner to suggest she was pleased to see the face of another. But her lack of response brought him to assume an option he had not priorly considered. 

Unsure, I take it? He spoke soft this time. A child. He had to remind himself this. 

The distance remained between them, but Thutmose let himself sink the ground, altering the difference in height they shared. It was not drastic, but maybe enough to give her more ease. He was not here to intimidate nor frighten.

I am Thutmose, A hopeful offer, that maybe she would indulge him further of who she was.