What if we made things even more complicated?

At his invitation, Raka closed the distance between them and crouched down beside him. She placed a careful paw against the crystal, holding it there for a moment to feel if it was warm or cool. Then, she brushed her paw gently up, and then down the crystals. Feeling for the way they lay. “And I thought my horns were beautiful… These take the cake. Do they grow? Is walking on them difficult?” Her questions were likely inappropriate, but she always had so many questions. It was hard to reign them in.

As he asked the question she had prompted him to, her expression broke out into delight again. It had furrowed into curious little brows as she studied his leg, but her eyes were on him now. [b] “I don’t know, I haven’t kissed a boy. Yet. She gave her brows a little wiggle in his direction.

"Karaka"