Knowing

It was the gaze that gave her away. Eyes upon him in the forest. She saw him there, and he felt it all at once. Just before, his eyes passed over her form without immediate knowing. Dappled sunlight, cast shadows of leaves, her skin. The knowing caught up with him all at once and his legs stopped dead. His eyes rolled back over in a rush and she was there wearing the kind of curiosity bestowed by a secluded vantage. He half-expected her to turn and disappear into that foliate backdrop, but his knowing did not stir her.