The Sunspire [m] carved teeth

A chase—perhaps. Retribution awaited him if he caught up to her—but was that not part of what he desired? Nothing about the woman before him was something he could estimate or contemplate. She was not only a complete enigma to him because of her vastly different culture but the fire within her was so fierce and bright it was impossible to not become a moth to it.

And surely he would burn for even trying to touch such a flame.

Pebbles tumbled—his gait as quiet as he could be as he continued the spiral up—her own lissome frame gone from view, and as such, he made to skirt away from where he thought she might be—his teeth prepared for the clash of her own if they found him.