Swiftcurrent Creek everything the light touches

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He saw a piece of his ear reflected and when he wiggled it, it became a stone. He traced the soft contours of his round face in the shallows, but most of it was covered by reeds, and the reeds by snow. Tryphon could still see his golden eyes reflected like strands of wheat caught in the current. Then, when movement worried some birds from the trees, the boy turned to watch their flight, and he saw the stranger.

The boy did not speak in return at first; he pulled back instead, leaning against his haunches in a way that forced himself to sit, and placed more of the boulder between himself and the girl. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to wallow in his thoughts and work through his anxiety without the attention from yet another beast intent on pushing his boundaries. But her voice was sweet, and while she lingered the wind pushed her scent towards him — a lone wolf, more or less. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to have company?

All the same, Tryphon kept himself sequestered next to the boulder, almost like a man sitting in his very first confessional booth. He murmured around it, ..hello.

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