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Fourth.

Fourth.

I remained startled in his presence.

"Oh! Uh, Good morning," his mellow voice greeted. 

I scooted back against the stone wall trying to gain as much distance as I could in case of potential danger. He pulled his lingering body up onto the edge of the cave right beside me. He was so close. What was I to do?

His head was hard with a glistening yellow bowl hat on top for protection, at least I reckoned. He had black cushions on his elbows and knees along with a belt that tied around his waist and connected to his outer thighs.

"What are you doing up here without any form of armory?", he questioned. I shook my head unsure of how to respond. He dropped his head with a discouraged frown, and suddenly I felt guilty for his sadness. Maybe it was something I had done...

"I'm Faye. Sorry sir, you frightened me. I'm not used to people. Well, not yet anyway." He glanced up with less upset on his face, but more concern.

"What does that mean? About people. You're not used to them yet?" I nodded affirmatively.

"It's, difficult to explain. Why are you up here so high?", I exchanged questions.

"Well," he leaned back on top of his arms and stared down at the sunrise. "Same reason as you. I came to see the sun float up above the horizon. And what better place to experience it than here?"

It was true; the colors were absolutely gorgeous. But I wasn't here for the same reason as him. It was a magnificent coincidence, but not intentional. I had actually climbed up the cliff to escape two brawly men from a wild run. But I couldn't gather the courage to admit my shameful truth to him.

"So, what's your name?", I asked as he turned away from the sun to face me. His skin glistened in the morning light with a unique glow. I had to redirect my eyes from him to avoid myself from blushing.

"I'm Chase." He stuck his hand out to greet me. The only problem; how was I supposed to react to that? I'd heard that it was a sign of peace and lack of weaponry, but how would one return the motion? 

I remained still with an uncertain look upon my face. I brought my hand up slowly and fidgeted around nervously.

"Umm," he sensed my struggle. His long fingers grabbed ahold of my lingering hand and placed it into his firmly held one. "There you go. Now shake."

I did as told and observed as our hands bounced up and down. It was a very strange way of greeting...

"So what country are you from? I mean, it seems like you aren't familiar with our traditions. Although you talk like an American."

"Uh, I think I'm from around here. I think so. I've just never gone out that much. Or any for that matter. I've been stuck for all of my life." 

"Aww," he placed his arm around my upper back. "I see. You're home schooled. And you have a protective father." I nodded.

"Yes! That's very true." He had come so near to me that his face was only inches away. His eyes seemed to stared up above my head. I looked around to figure out what could be so interesting to him. "What is it?"

His still fingers wandered up to my head, and unexpectedly he began stroking my soft coral keratin strands.

"You have very nice hair. And your skin; it's like a milky white. I've never seen anything like it. How do you do it?", he asked looking into my eyes. I had to hide my unintentional blush once more. It was incredibly obvious on my pale skin.