Frozen in place, he stared at you in awe as you floated above the lake. As your wings fluttered behind you, the grip he had on his bow loosened as he admired you.

He was pulled from his trance when he was called for. He hesitated going before heading back towards his group, catching a glimpse of you flying away.

It was against the rules to converse with a human, let alone a hunter but you kept going to the lake since that day. As they last, you lost hope of seeing him again, until today.

“It’s you,” he muttered from behind you. You turned and made eye contact with the same brown haired boy from weeks before.