"I'm afraid you will have no chance to catch me if I truly did not wish to be caught. At least, not here," to emphasise this point, suddenly she shimmers and vanishes, her voice coming from behind him now, as he whirls around and sees that she is located on the other side of the pool of water, "And...I do not think you are ready to see my true face."
"But this game you suggest would not be fun that way. So I will elude you only through mundane means, and if you catch me, I shall reveal...a face for you. Perhaps this hood disconcerts you?"
*She walks back closer towards him as he begins to count to five, then turns to run away. She seems to be incredibly spry and agile for a woman that even the elves describe as 'ancient' and 'elder priestess', and she would probably easily be able to elude him even without magic if not for her tendency to somewhat-playfully run back towards him and brush right past him, sometimes even touching him on the shoulder as she passes by too quickly for him to react and turn around. Eventually, however, this allows Jallembo to plan for such an occurrence and snatch her enshrouded wrist as she moves behind him, able to guess her location even before he turns around.*
"Well, I suppose that was an enjoyable game, Jallembo. Teza is a bit better at playing the cat than you, but then, I guess that's only natural. She said you seemed surprised, perhaps frightened of her. If you be virtuous, you should not be. Nothing in this place would harm you if your heart is pure," she extracts her wrist, which was still covered by folds of shadowy silk, almost like a long glove, "But I suppose you would like a face?"
*She removes her cloak of shadows, revealing a strangely-familiar-looking woman clothed in a simple dress of pale blue. Jallembo can't initially put his finger on where he has seen this woman before, but he knows he has somewhere. Eventually, it comes to him--the reason it was so hard to recognise her is that this face, this woman...she isn't a real person that he has met before. Rather, her appearance seems to be formed from the imagined image he had sometimes seen in his mind's eye of the mother he has never met.*
"Will this suffice?"