It sounded like the sizzle of water on a hot pan. That's the sound which escaped her when something suddenly scalded her. A short breath sliced by teeth. A sharp edged whisper. The tenor of a sudden downpour. The wake of distant anklets.
The dark smear of the rogue flame on her skin had startled her. Worry paved quick creases on her face. The whole world seemed aflutter at her wincing.
She then sighed and all was calm. The calm of scattered beads which have rolled away and found places to hide.
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