What was she thinking? It was seldom a question of what somebody was doing but rather, what were they thinking? What were they feeling? When the stranger-woman pressed into herself and into the stone, Sidhe's mouth was open oh so slightly in quiet awe. Would she sink into the stone? Had she been mistaken, and had she in fact found a stone fairy rather than a warm-blooded wolf? Her awe did not change even when Pariah revealed herself as alive and very much a wolf. Her eyes, the eyes of the stranger-woman, were like blood and sunsets; spring flowers, poppies, and deep like red water. They stared into the ice blue of Sidhe's and she took in a sharp breath and grinned. Ah! How strange it felt to connect!
A more seasoned wolf might have known to look away when Pariah shifted under the weight of her gaze, but Sidhe had yet to learn any such realities. Instead, she tilted her head, her eyes drifting to whatever part of Pariah shifted - an ear, a muscle over her shoulder, even a flick of her tail went observed and noted. She was so alive. Sidhe knew it, she could see it. Sidhe could practically see ripples of fire move underneath the woman's fur, and she was sure it was fire in her blood making itself known. Or perhaps it was the sunset dancing its fingers across the stranger-woman. Whatever it was, Sidhe couldn't help but give out the smallest, wind-chime of a laugh when Pariah did not seem to understand. The stars were beautiful, Sidhe knew, but she laughed at the secret of that knowing. The stars were, after all, sister Lucy's brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. They were alive, not just beautiful. Just like Pariah.
She looked away from Pariah then and up at the stars with a toothy grin. Her head was practically completely tilted back, vertical as she gazed up for several moments before she snapped her head back down. Her grin was so large that it shut her eyes. "Yes, watching the night arrive would be, hmm...incredible." She eyed off a place next to Pariah but did not seek it out, not yet at least. After all, she had a decent enough view, a place where she could glance between the unfurling sky and Pariah above; each new hue and shade of light brought about a new kind of dance across the stranger's fur. Shadows grew deeper, eating up the red of her fur.
"Stranger-woman," she addressed Pariah with a dreamy voice though she did not move to look at her, focused on the horizon instead. "There is a red star by the moon, did you know? Is that your blood's home?" It was then that she looked up at her, head tilted once more and eyes full of unwavering curiosity.