i see you once. with other man. a hunter. many scars.yanan was rather pleased with herself, to have evaded his notice but retained the memory of his face. and he looked hale as before, though her attention was taken by callyope.
they lived a good life here, and she was disinterested in alteration or change. but handsome strangers with some intrigue of mystery were welcome.
it seemed that the man was not a stranger after all, yanan discovered in the next moments. she eyed callyope with inquiry, glancing between her companion and the man who stood now on their mountain.
she had not learned fear, only an innate wariness; yanan's existence had so far been kind and she reflected that with an open curiosity.