Stone Circle there are shooting stars behind your eyes

Noma wiggles a little—she can’t help it—and her knees and elbows bend to lower her a little closer to the ground. Not out of submission but an attempt to keep on the level of the child as she speaks. As long as she’s not a wolverine and well, she’s got that covered at least. She smiles and wags her tail, loosening up a little. Her nose moves forward an inch, as if to reach out and touch her, but she withdraws before it is obvious. “I like hide-and-seek,” she tells the girl. Maybe she’ll get to play it soon, though the thought of losing the girl hangs a little in the back of her mind but her voice is so sweet she couldn’t say anything but yes.

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