Something was waiting for Riley in the dark.
“That’s not fair,” they said. “You know I don’t have good vision in dark places. Get out where I can see you.”
The form shifted, but didn’t acquiesce. Whether from shyness or stubbornness, Riley would just have to figure out themself.
“Look. I can’t help you if you don’t let me get a good look at you. You know?” It wasn’t like they needed to get home or anything, before their parents could see whatever their brother had gotten up to in the meantime.
A hand reached the very edge of the shadows, beckoning them closer. It dripped ash.
Steeling themself, Riley stepped in.