The Sunspire pumped up kids

she hated how much the attention focused on her.  absently, she wondered how long this man-commanding magic would last.  how manipulative!  it had never been like her to think like that.

but she had a need to be wanted; an itch that needed metaphorically scratched.  so she took it in stride.

she did not like the way titmouse — screech — accosted her dark-furred friend; but his fumbling did confuse her.  she needed to.. needed to.. what?  are you alright?

game.  wait, what did that mean?  she didn't think terance was trying to play.. or.  wait.  oh my god.  her ears flatten to their sides and she turns her head from them both but cannot bring herself to move.