“Are you surprised by my age?” she asked. “Uh…a little.” “I could appear as a grown woman, or a blazing fire, or anything else I want, but this is what I prefer. This is the average age of my Hunters, and all young maidens for whom I am patron, before they go astray.” “Go astray?” I asked. “Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, insecure. Forget themselves.” “Oh.”
