Meadowlark Prairie toccato and fugue in d minor

Soon enough the stranger noticed him, yellow eyes gleaming into his rapidly paling own,  yet he did not break of his stare. her eyes were a source of great fascination a moment, he having never seen before such coloured optics. 

lost. yes, he was lost. yet she was a stranger, and strangers, in most cases, were supposed to be bitten. he considered the option for a moment, but decided against it when he realized he didn't particularly want to. instead,  he stared a few moments longer before slowly dipping his head in the affirmative.