Talk:The Stream/@comment-1829516-20131215035058/@comment-1829516-20131215041503

He gazed quietly into her eyes, studying the emotion and then giving a brief nod. "No. You are the flame that washes over the forest, destroying and creating," his voice was growing into a breathy whisper. "A cat without that sort of fire wouldn't have followed me. They wouldn't have cared about my name, and just stayed in the safety of the pine copse." Bay stopped, the side of his mouth curling into a smile. "You are the first to follow me for my name."