Blackfoot Forest how lonely lies the city

with her summons the stranger did emerge, and hosannah felt herself deflate substantially because of it. he was a mortal thing, made by her lord and filled with his light, but not what she had hoped for. the morning light did find its way upon him — his silvered pelt shifted with warm tones on his approach — but hosannah swiftly lost interest. his initial words were met with a soft chuff, barely even a sigh. then, when he was closer and querying her for details, she only shrugged her petite shoulders.

i am, was all she answered; for what concern was it to him? this rogue, watching her from the dark? hosannah was no fool and she would take no part in his fiendish games, whoever this heathen was. perhaps her mood had been more affected by the darkness (and her fear of it) than she anticipated — but this boy was a creature of it, and for all she knew, he was an agent of chaos sent to corrupt her. hosannah turned to regard him cooly, her golden gaze slipping across him as if he were nothing more than a choice piece of meat, and then she mentally discarded him, and resumed her search with a defiant step away.