Firefly Glen [PHE] purgatory

a soft chuckle given to the woman's misunderstanding. "it was not that fur i spoke of," she whispered near to the owl, as if the truth were a confession meant only for her copper kissed ears. 

she took a stride backward then, attention pulled to the finely crafted ramskin. no pelt her acolytes had tended to had ever looked quite as exquisite as the one offered to her now. "if you are to grant me a moment to bear such artistry, how could i refuse?" 

truly now, could all locals melt her as easily as this one?