You own me like whispers in poetry

Her ear heard him, he didn't have panic in his voice, he had urgency.

She wasn't frozen, she was waiting for the swaying to steady, his voice didn't fall away from her on the other side as if she was on the edge of a cliff, it returned to her as if bounced off a hill.

She huffed and moved her paws quickly along the plank, her claws gripping the wood that was far too still to be hanging over the edge of a cliff. She stepped off on the other side and pulled the blindfold off with a flourish.

"You're so full of shit!" She rebuked with a teasing smirk. She couldn't figure out how she knew she was safe as she was on the board but there was a part of her that knew it. At one point she may have called him a son of a sphinx but her desert -isms were slowly falling away from her memory. No one else spoke those monikers around her, she had others she could adopt and remember more easily.

She bounded quickly at him and threw the blindfold at his face. Then ducked under his chest and out behind his elbow to quickly dash down the public side of the trail, toward the market.

"Speech"