Once she was gone, he settled out of his innocent, happy expression. A dark smile settled on his face. She was so trusting and gullible, it was almost too easy. If he could keep this act up---and he knew he could---then maybe he could bring back some useful information. He already had some: the fact that the Light was spreading stories about his people, what the guards were lie, and even some of their patrol and changing of the guard times.<br/><br/>He would stay here for a night or two, he decided before going back into the forest. Maybe he could even find out who the Light Child was; he could but hope. Maybe,<span style="font-style: italic">maybe</span>if he found out something useful, his mother would recognize him as<span style="font-style: italic">useful</span>for once, instead of a nuisance.