It glided. Its legs moved as it took a step towards her, but it hovered a few inches off the ground. The entire being was pale. Pale skin. Short hair white as fresh fallen snow. White eyes with no pupils she could see from here. She stopped, but the figure continued forward until it was no more than ten yards from her. Tall and lean with sharp, angular features, it was not mortal nor Fae. She could almost call him beautiful. This was a being she had never encountered, never read about. And there were definitely no pupils in the white eyes that glowed softly in the night.
