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[an_evening_star]

It had taken a while - and a good deal of cursing to herself - to maneuver the sleeping boy from on top of her, fingers curling sleepily at her waist, and into a far more respectable position without waking him. She did, however, allow his head to remain resting in her lap, her own fingers carding lightly through his hair as she watches him sleep.

She's not particularly surprised to find herself smiling anymore, to feel the gentle tingling skimming its way along her fingertips. It's almost strange just how much it isn't strange at all, and she wonders where her hatred had gone. She knows that it was there, she had felt it - low and hissing - but now there was nothing more than that rising tenderness that she can't quite rid herself of.

She doesn't particularly want to either.

There's a soft rustle in the grass behind her and her head cants slightly, eyes casting over her shoulder upon the figure of the dark-haired woman from the caravan. The star nods a silent greeting as the woman stops at her side, gazing down at the boy in her lap.

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"There is something of the dormouse in him still," she says softly, tucking a loose lock of dark hair behind her ear, revealing a pointed ear, fuzzy and catlike.

"Sometimes I wonder if she transforms people into animals, or whether she finds the beast inside us, and frees it." Slowly, she crouches beside the star.

"Perhaps there is something about me that is, by nature, a brightly coloured bird," she muses. "It is something to which I have given much thought, but about which I have come to no conclusions."