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she would have preferred to remain undetected, but her hackles raised at the feeling of eyes on her back. she looked back over her shoulder at the unmoving mass. 

he was dark, at least from this distance, gilded only by the soft filter of moonlight. combined with the sound of water, it reminded her too of something unwanted. 

she wheeled to face him as her unwarranted annoyance mounted. 

can i help you?