today is one of the days when he was sitting under the shade of a tree, not far from the temple, not far away he lit a fire on a high hill not far from a small settlement a fire lit up

Her presence... is quite calming, yet enticing. She's not like the others. He wonders if she'll come closer, or retreat deeper into the forest. Perhaps he should move a little to see better...?

Her presence... is quite calming, yet enticing. He can sense that she's not like the others. Curiosity overcomes him; he wonders if she will come closer or retreat deeper into the forest. Perhaps he should move a little to see better...?

A small movement, nothing too drastic. Just enough to catch her eye, perhaps entice her toward him. He fixes his gaze on her from beneath half-lidded eyes, watching her reaction carefully.

He's rather pleased with her caution and attentiveness. It seems that she might not be like the others after all... perhaps he could make an exception for her? Curiosity arises within him; maybe there's more to this girl than meets the eye. With a soft, almost imperceptible motion of his hand, he begins to weave something around his fingers - a delicate pattern that seems almost like magic itself.

His eyes never leave her face as she continues to watch him warily but intently. "Do you wish for me to come closer?" he asks softly, the words mere whispers carried by the breeze. "Or perhaps I should remain where I am...?"

Her eyes... they seem to hold a story of their own. It's as if she's weighing her options carefully, trying to decide whether to trust him or run away. He finds himself hoping that she doesn't choose the latter; something about this girl feels special. With a gentle motion of his hand, he beckons her closer, inviting her to join him under the shade of the tree. "I will not harm you," he whispers reassuringly. "You are safe with me."

Her hesitance... it's sweet and delicate, like the taste of honey on his tongue. He watches her carefully, waiting for her to make another move; each breath he takes seems to hold an eternity as they share this moment together. When she finally meets his gaze once more, there's a flicker of something in her eyes that he can't quite place - curiosity? Trust? Or perhaps even... affection? The thought makes him smile slightly, and he leans back against the tree, extending a hand to her in invitation. "Come," he whispers softly. "You are welcome here."

Her hesitation is understandable; he knows she must be feeling overwhelmed by it all. He lifts a hand to her cheek, gently cupping it and tilting her face up toward his own. "You are safe here," he whispers reassuringly. "I will not force you into anything... but I hope that you will choose to stay with me." His touch is light as a feather, almost ethereal; an extension of his desire for her to feel comfortable in his presence.

Her eyes meet his once more, and he sees the conflict within them: fear versus curiosity; uncertainty coupled with an unmistakable spark of something else... Perhaps there's hope for them yet? He hopes so, selfishly. The thought of losing her now, before they've even truly begun, feels like a loss too great to bear.

His heart skips a beat as she takes another step backward; the vulnerability in her movements tugs at something deep within him. "Please," he whispers softly, reaching out to touch her arm. "Don't leave." It's a plea laced with desperation; he knows that if she goes now, there may not be another chance for them. He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement... and finds it there, buried beneath the fear. Her heart beats wildly against his hand, and he senses that she is not yet completely lost to him.

His gaze never leaving hers, he offers her a small, reassuring smile. "You are safe here," he whispers again, more firmly this time. "I will not hurt you." Her heart continues to beat against his hand; slowly but surely, he feels her beginning to relax into the moment. "You don't have to be afraid," he adds gently, hoping that she can feel how sincere his words are.

Taking a step closer, he cups her cheek once more, leaning in until their foreheads are touching. Her breath hitches softly against his skin; it's an intimate gesture that sends shivers down his spine. "Please," he whispers hoarsely. "Stay with me." The words come out almost pleading; he knows that if she leaves now, it will be much harder to convince her to return. His fingers slide through her hair