[Rumpelstiltskin has stayed put -- mostly. He's found himself a perch, really, sitting on the top rail of a fence, one leg up so his arm can prop against it, the other dangling down.
His strange dark eyes catch sight of her almost immediately. A grin -- that strange mix of menace and glee -- stretches ghoulishly over his face as he lifts a hand to wave back.]
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His strange dark eyes catch sight of her almost immediately. A grin -- that strange mix of menace and glee -- stretches ghoulishly over his face as he lifts a hand to wave back.]