Swiftcurrent Creek deadly light

A sudden kicking of her legs took him by surprise, forcing him to reverse a few steps so as to avoid being hit. He didn’t know what to make of her or what just happened but, with each passing second, he realised that she was even more peculiar than the last. So when the snow was strewn about, hindering his line of sight, he felt almost disappointed by the inability to see her; however strange she was, it wasn’t enough to make her seem like a danger, but just enough to make her interesting.

The snow settled back down and, again, he could see her. She looked like a child that had just been struck, cowering beneath his gaze but too scared to move. He took a step towards her, and then another, each slow and drawn out to try and keep from spooking her—it felt like he was trying to approach a deer. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured her, slowing to a stop. “Why’d you fall over like that?” His voice was quieter than before, smoothed out by the questions he needed to ask and the understanding that one wrong word could very well send her scurrying away.