Sky Mesa searching for sunset

the stench of him permeated the air, but the direction of the wind kept the young girl from knowing; only his spiked silhouette and the low rasp of his voice revealed to her.

the only thing that brought her hesitation was not any part of who he was, only that he was a stranger in the night.

hello, sir. she returned, perfect and ladylike, maybe too much so for her age. i could not sleep. what brings you here so late?