Blackfeather Woods Black on black

She stood frozen between the illuminated flowers as she stared at him. When she saw his gaze, the pale child averted hers instinctively, but she had gotten what she needed: he was not an enemy to her presently. The spirit child licked her lips in submission and glanced at him for another brief moment. He stayed in place, and then so did she. The pale child turned her white gaze towards the flowers again and started sifting through them, sniffing them and seemingly studying them, for as long as her attention span lasted.