Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

iaghe's head bobbed in agreement -- even as guilt speared through her. 

she'd thought the same. because she hadn't intended to see him again. he was safer with her gone. 

but the thought of leaving again, of truly never again seeing the man who'd saved her life, sent fear coiling into her belly. 

it was selfish but she couldn't bear the thought. 

even when fleurette found them and confirmed that she was, indeed, cursed. 

that she ruined everything she touched.

there was something sharp in the sundrop's voice, citrus eyes harder than iaghe had seen them before.

the acolyte couldn't pretend to understand exactly what simmered beneath the other woman's accusing expression. but confusion flickered across her own.

she liked fleur. really.

but the ghost was no more than the feral wretch that the gilded girl thought her to be. 

her face was still wet with tears as it froze back over, expression gone brumal as her ears lowered -- unsure and on edge at the sudden, unexpected shift in the air.

she put a few inches between herself and andr, their pelts just brushing. 

iaghe's star-speckled diadem lowered in that reptilian manner, body curving just so. 

a protective apostrophe positioned to the side of the chocolate male. 

white and black flashed as she rasped her tongue nervously along her chops, as if she too fought to keep her own rumble from whispering across the space between them. 

her gaze flickered briefly between the two, confused and apprehensive.