Silverlight Terrace at war with oneself

At his next exclamation, Wildfire felt heat creeping along her neck. Had she entirely misunderstood him? She felt foolish and presumptuous. But then her brow furrowed as she thought back on what he'd asked her. What had he really meant then? In any case, Roo didn't seem perturbed by her error. He seemed more amused than anything and his delightful laughter was contagious, prompting her lips to curve back into a bemused smile.

"Well, thank-you for the compliment. And sorry for the misunderstanding," she said genuinely."How are foxwolves made then...?" Wildfire wondered in the next breath. Perhaps she could help him, if it didn't require such intimate endeavors. Her reddish head canted, her warm amber gaze resting on Roo's vividly aquamarine eyes.