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Ceru
As she lay there with the damp soil beneath her watching him intently he had began to approach her with a most indignant attitude. He spoke again, "I am Ceru Fox and who would you be my lady?" Silent for a long moment as he came to stand before her and then she replied, "Shadow Dancer." He extended his hand down to her and spoke more softly, "Come on then, if you lie around in the cold wet dirt all night you'll catch your death. Let's get you up and somewhere warm and dry." She hesitated, then accepted his hand. "My lair is behind the waterfalls. I will take you there where you may warm yourself by the fireside and remove those wet filthy clothes." She allowed herself to be led around the far side of the lake and then she found herself whisked behind the falling water and into a hidden doorway. Once inside she was led to a small stone stove and he said, "Here you will be quite safe, strip the wet clothing from your body, so that we can hang it to dry." Then he pointed to a pallet with furs. "You may lay over there and rest while I keep watch. You have been through much. I can tell, but you needn't fear anything more this night, so rest Dark maiden, rest." His large luminous eyes seemed to be reading her even as he spoke, but there was something else. She just couldn't seem to put her finger on it, but she felt inclined to trust him and she was becoming ever more sleepier by the moment. Just staring into his eyes, her resistance and distrust was slipping away farther and farther every second. He released her from his gaze and strolled away, while she found her self with her clothes hung, and she herself was already crawling under the furs. As she lay back her awareness spiraled away into the furrowing black abyss. Slipping down, down, down into the warm, secure, safety of the darkness she glimpsed his eyes one last time staring back at her and then there was nothing. Soft whispers...
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