Chill of the dark

Her mind was darting, her eyes dancing over the ceiling, now awake again as well. Could she pull off being a blacksmith? She'd never made a dagger, or sword, or anything of much value besides a hinge and nail and some terrible lumps of crumbling ore... She had some practice with making glass... there was plenty of sand in the desert...

Something had shifted, but it was too subtle for her to catch it swiftly.
"I don't recall where he said he was... going...?" he had pulled her tiny paw closer, just below his chest, pulling herself closer as well. Was it to muffle her talking? He had asked a question... She felt his chest rise and fall as he drew in her scent. Her stomach fluttered suddenly, a rush sent shivers down her spine. She took in his own musk but stopped, the fluttering climbing into her throat. Her paw was trapped within his. Her gaze sought his in the private darkness, questions, questions, questions...


"Ignita"