Stone Circle My heart was keeping time and we were dancing on the edge of something new

Sia's bump illicited a warmth that spread from the very place he touched her, through the run of her body -- and she shivered, and she grinned. And the fires of the sunrise blurred in importance, for the softest beat, to the pale and colourless and magnificent man who stood before her.

"You are the one standing around, my lovely morning sleeper," she waved her tail in a teasing sway, and leapt backward into the dip of a playful bow. "Atii, nanuk," but her voice came softer now, suggestive of something else, and she sought his emerald eyes to wordlessly conspire. This moment, like the sunrise, would not last forever -- and she sprung away, toward the higher grounds, and the circle of stones. This was the last he would see of her, if he chose to relinquish the chase.

And the sun began to swallow the sky in brillant orange, and fringe the world with a light like fire.