Tandor spread his perception wide around him. He registered a few humans scattered remotely throughout the park, and without too much thought became fixated on a woman who seemed likely to satisfy. She was sitting on the top of a cliff, emitting low energy waves despite the rather steep hike she'd just completed - perhaps her energy was caught in some activity, like rumination - such habits bind humans like fish in a net.
It was usually good to find humans who were experiencing such stuckness, they usually appreciated the escape Tandor could offer.
If he wanted, Tandor could have flown to her resting spot to meet her (well, it's 'flight' in the same way that spiderman flies, Tandor can pull or catapult himself using what a kind of third invisible limb, a strong and flexible rooted in his abdomen.) but Tandor found joy in the nature of this planet, and chose to climb using his body, savoring the damp, dark bark of the trees, the rich green canopy, the mist rolling and hanging in the gray daylight. The presence of the fog was so ubiquitous it was as if it were some other entity, watching him, enveloping him.
As he climbed, butterflies, moths and lightning bugs gathered to follow him. Tandor's luminescent skin, looking like moonstone and feeling as smooth, was attractive to these small creatures, and Tandor enjoyed their flitting around him - thoughtless, elegant and colorful.
Faster than any human could, Tandor leapt, ran and climbed to close the distance between him and the woman he'd chosen, without becoming fatigued in the slightest. He approached her finally, viewing her through the trees for the first time and keeping his presence secret from her.
Long brown, wavy hair was swept over her left shoulder, she was wearing a sports bra, a light jacket and leggings, sat cross legged on rock overlooking a river and trees on the opposite bank, leaves just beginning to turn for fall.
She was making herself miserable about something, some mistake in the past, as all humans do. Why do they do that to themselves? It's a disease they all willingly infect themselves with.
Tandor felt the woman's beauty even in her sadness, and sent her feelings of warmth to assuage her condition and calm her.
Maura had just put her jacket on to counteract the mist's intruding chill, and a few moments later felt a wave of warmth cushion her frayed nerves, as if she'd sat down by a hearth. A monarch butterfly emerged from the fog and landed on her finger.
