[She watches, quietly, as the butterfly settles on his finger for a moment. She doesn't risk lifting her own hand, least her internal fire burn too hot and accidentally harm one. But if a butterfly lands on her horns, she's unlikely to notice.]
That's... a unique ability. [A fascinating one. She's jealous, for a moment. If her abilities were like that, the gentle song of communication and not her destructive fire... could things have been different?
Reed squirms, both from the agitation of the pollen, and from bad memories.]
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That's... a unique ability. [A fascinating one. She's jealous, for a moment. If her abilities were like that, the gentle song of communication and not her destructive fire... could things have been different?
Reed squirms, both from the agitation of the pollen, and from bad memories.]