* The little boy doesn't talk.
He stares at her wordlessly, his expression neither vacant nor full of emotion.
After several moments of completely ignoring her questions or careful reassurances, he gets up very quietly, and walks off.
Should she try to follow, she would find him vanish as he walks around a tree, as though he were never there, and no tracks would remain from a small pile or rye.
Later that evening, when the bizzare incident is just about to leave her mind, his face comes to her mind.
With startling imagery and clarity, all she see's is hair like night... skin like snow....*