He watched Her unmoving, his red eyes the only light. He could see Her unmoving black eyes, Her finely chiseled features. She had long blonde hair that fell just below the waist but was concealed by the cloak that hung on Her shoulders, the hood loosely drapped over Her head. A tight green tunic clung to Her upper half and a green, side-cut skirt hung loosely above Her knees. Soft black, leather mocassins protected Her feet from the hidden twigs and sharp objects that littered the forest floor. He knew She couldn’t see him, for only his red eyes shone. the thunder sounded and the lightning flashed, again, but still beither moved.