Shadow Mountain sunflower still grows at night

There was a sudden energy shift brought on by the stranger's abrupt greeting. The carefree stature of the roaming shadow faded to make way for the dominant stance of a recluse. His eyes narrowed, darkening as he stared at the girl standing down his snout. Hello, he replied after a moment's consideration. 

This iteration of his being would be stronger than the last. It will be like, the recluse thought, I'll be like him. Thoughts of the alabaster boy who Sycamore sought to imitate flowed through his mind.