More faint hostility. He studied her face, his hazel eyes golden in the afternoon sun. In the village, he would have held back, not wanting people to see them playing like children, but out here he felt less constrained. His father spoke tightly.
He hunkered by the wall, hiding behind a cluster of bubble stalks in the garden. But he was not… man. That'd blow away her creepy feelings. The power has faded, but there is memory here.
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