A pause under the shelter of one of the larger trees. I've been in too many storms to be bothered by the rain anymore. There's very little it can actually do to me. But one of those things it can do is ruin these clothes.
Wait. Are you... following me? Good heavens.
I have to stop myself from laughing.
Oh, my sweet little mortal. My sweet little Michael. Is that even your name? I don't know. I just prefer it to 'Mike'. It has more grace to it.
Shouldn't you be helping your sister? That is why you came here isn't it? After all, whatever questions you have are likely beyond my authority to answer.
I move on, but slowly. I have to say, I am as intrigued with you as you appear to be with me. There's somthing about you that warms my ancient heart. A little sweetness in your temprement perhaps. A potential in your crudeness.
The pain in your heart.
Oh how delicious that feeling is. I feel those pangs vibrating through my own heart. How I want your pain! How I want you!
I pause again. Perhaps I should let you catch me. What do you think Michael? Shall we fetch her together? I have very little else to do since Heaven banished me here.
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