"Good evening." He said.
I bowed to him as the woman turned to look at him. Murmuring to herself.
"What are you looking at?"
I turned to him. He crouched to my height, staring straight at me.
"You can't see her?" I asked.
"So you can?" He turned to her, giggling. They were bite marks on his neck, partially hidden beneath his collar.
He stood straight, looking at the woman. They stared at each other for a few seconds before the woman went back to staring up at the moon.
"This woman. She's a spirit." Solomon said.
"..."
"You don't seem surprised."
"Somehow, I could tell."
"Ehh." He smiled.
He looked down at me. "It seems you had yourself a little adventure."
"..." There was a silence. "Solomon; what makes this spirit so different from the others."
"In what way?"
"The animals revere her."
"Well, that's not unexpected. After all, she's the owner of the farm."
"But this farm belongs to Reina's family."
"And this is Reina's mother."
"..." I looked up at him. He stared down at me. He was being serious.