He was no fool, skilled with the art of stealth,
especially when it came to mortals. With a swift,
almost invisible movement, the Allfather found
himself standing before the sneak that had stalked
him, “I’m going to ask once more, what is it you
wish to gain form following me?” his voice was
calm, his brows arched in genuine, non-threatening
curiosity.
The boy nearly collided with the man’s chest. He had
caught himself at the last minute, shuffled back, and stumbled,
landing on his backside. He scuttled back on heels and hands,
keeping his head low and concealed under the hood of his cloak.
His interrogator was large and built, and that did nothing to ease
his nerves, though he noted how fortunate it was the man had
not attacked yet. Leo took his time rising to his feet and brushing
the dirt off his hands.
Then ran again in the opposite direction.
