Everyone Is On Fire

There was a tiny little thing sitting on the beach. All monochromatic and delicate. Needless to say, the godling was drawn like a moth to a flame. Paws would roll with each step, silencing their progress across the sand. Tiny crabs scuttled underfoot, narrowly avoiding being crushed. Crown low between golden shoulders, the deity crept forth. Hoping to peer over her dainty shoulder, they made themselves known. "What has your interest in such a locale, primrose?" Why they had chosen such a name was beyond them, it simply seemed fitting. Delicate of nature, at least it sounded so. There was a tenderness in their heart, captured by the frail and petite. Something they could not share with the rest of the clan, of course.