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"Oh, uh, sure," Esther said in a rush. She wasn't even supposed to be here. Why was she talking to a stranger, now? And one who was so irresistable that she was afraid of him, what he could do. But part of her wanted to know, understand. Something about him... was different. His personality? The splendor of his eyes, how they captured her gaze? She hopped up from where she'd been sitting and, wringing her wrists in embarasment, began along. She walked slowly at first, just to make sure he was keeping up, then leveled her pace with him. "So you-- ow!" The blond stopped abruptly, holding her finger. She had so clumsily had her hand swinging at her side, and one of the sharp-leafed bushes had cut at her finger. Esther frowned lightly, staring at the growing dot of red.