She smiled when he spoke to her. It wasn’t just the fact he was doing so, nor was it his words. It was the sound of his voice. There was a kindness, a softness to him, that attracted her. She could literally feel herself being drawn into him, and though in her brain there were sirens going off signaling how she should turn back, put her walls and keep them there, she was advancing forward. Literally her steps carried her closer and closer to him. She pondered telling him her nickname. That was something reserved for the few that actually knew her quite well. It was a close bond, and she didn’t know him that well yet.<br/><br/>When the name came from his lips, she stopped, widening her eyes. Her first instinct was to ask him how he knew, but then she realized the camp probably had detailed info on all of the campers. Her step-father knew quite well what her nick name was. He often teased saying she was a real witch. The more he spoke of the special place in the woods, the alter, the more intrigued she became. There was no denying he had her attention. She was eating from the palm of his hand. Her soft footsteps began to carry her closer to him once more. “I know about the summer solstice, and honestly I would love to see the alter. Dancing naked in the moonlight is so beautiful. I would actually like to do that. Do you….mind if I come along? If not I fully understand,” she quickly countered, ready to take his rejection. She stopped within arms reach of him, waiting for his answer.