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Surprisingly, Phoebe wasn’t terribly intimidated by him. She wasn’t sure why, perhaps it was his lumbering movement coupled with his size that reminded him of her father and brother, but she felt perfectly at ease, even as he glared down at her. Her father had been a rather cantankerous man, so she knew better than to take it at face value. Her head tilted up slightly to hold his gaze as she smiled up at him. His eyes were rather mesmerizing to look at. She had seen heterochromia before, but it was particularly striking on his face. ”Your eyes are very unique.” she complimented with a smile. When he didn’t say anything, she was confused. Was he mute? It was possible. But…then she realized she had more made a statement than anything. Perhaps he was the quiet sort too. ”What are you doing all the way out here?” she asked, to expand upon her previous exclamation of surprise. The man didn’t seem hurt, so that was good. Did he just not like living around people. ”My name is Phoebe, by the way. What’s yours?” Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world