Noctisardor Bypass Sitting here underneath the bridge

she sat on the hot bank and wrapped her tail around her paws, watching anselm drift in the water. "no one taught me to sing," came the quietude of her voice, golden eyes pulling themselves from his wettened frame lest she linger too long on the slope of his shoulders.
"my mentor, bartholomew. he introduced me to god. and he taught me what a hymn was."
a single forepaw trailed through the grass at her feet.
"the singing came naturally."
heda wanted to say more, to keep talking, but she felt the tension lying coiled and dormant between them, and wanted to invoke that serpent no more than she wanted her foot bitten or leg cut off.