Rising Sun Valley [m] We'll wish for weightless knees

Limned in dawnlight, the dancers moved; when he leapt she twirled away, when he spun she pranced around him. Reverie felt the bright sting of glancing teeth along her spine and shivered. A faint whine spilled from her.

She had never been pursued this way before. Her eyes caught on the glint of gold across grey fur and the breath stilled in her throat. For a moment she could only stare. He was beautiful, this dancer with hunter's eyes, and her want mixed just as beautifully with the hint of fear.

Hunted; the little golden sparrow woman flitted away on the wind once again. This time the breeze caught her wings and set them alight. The clouds shifted overhead, shadowing the still-rising sun as Reverie spun into the dance to call down the rains. Faced with fire, it was all she knew how to do.