If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn

He was not alone that night, not as those small paws quickly lead the wraith through the steep forest, alas she wasn't in a hurry. Not as that mind was else where as that gaze peered around, searching for a proper place to bed for the night Something, she was used to for traveling on her own day after day, night after night was a typical thing for the aging women. To say the least, Abelinda was very much up there, far too much so. The wraith didn't like it, but it was the way of life.

The scent or presence went unnoticed, for once. Her glacial gave shifting as it settled upon a water fall, failing to notice the other there. Coming to a stop before the water, did she bend down to grab a quick drink. Once her thirst was satisfied did the wraith pick a dry spot near the water to lay down, curling up, did those eyes close finally. Those senses on alert as always, as the serpent slowly drifted off to sleep. Unaware of the company that she had.

“And in the dark, I can hear your heart beat.”