Dark gray eyes trailed up, moving from the reflected image of the moon towards the girl..
His ebony hair swaying in the soft breeze in the wind, draping it momentarily over his left eye.
Regarding her momentarily, neutrally observing her actions and features...
The red cloak parted, an arm gracefully emerging from the shadows, coming to a rest on his side, by his waist, hand placing itself upon a pommel..
The glint of steel sparking behind his perceivable arm, a sword sheathed, strapped towards the back of his waist..
Despite the alarming sign of potential violence, his face stayed neutral, dark eyes unchanging in their intent...
...What are you...?