Sunbeam Lair iii: relentless

there is a period of silence between the girl's first reply and her next in which the star-touched wonders. they appear different at first glance and then much the same. they were both touched with daintiness, femininity, and yet too wounds both old and fresh. scars that spoke their stories freely, if for a moment you studied them. 

and then she is left with a choice. offer her clipped assistance and take her leave, or offer something more - and at the moment, the former seems especially dull, especially in light of the woman's lilting laugh. her head cants a fraction, and she shifts near gracefully, as if in a quiet dance. "perhaps I could help with the latter." the sheepishness has her own muzzle twist in slight grin. something awoken and experienced upon her meeting with Fire, but never acted upon, never investigated. 

not yet.