[Wicked]

She idly batted at the pearls and tried to ignore the nagging thought tugging at the back of her mind. Something was VERY wrong in that shop. The smell.. it was... bad. She remembered enough to know that was a bad smell.

Simone's back rippled. She knew what it was.

Smoke. Fire. Pain.

If anyone had glanced down the alley at the moment all they would have seen was a silver and purple streak bursting forth from the crate and leap into the open window of the shop. Simone dashed all around looking for the source of the smoke. The fire. The pain. Her prized silk hung from her mouth and she looked around wildly. It was those papers over there. Her tail swished back and forth. The papers were on fire. Fire needs to breathe. She tossed the gorgeous bit of fabric on top the conflagration.

It melted. There was still smoke.

It burned. There was still fire and.. there would be pain.

Anguish filled Simone's very being. She had tried and failed. The silk wasn't enough! A mournful wail escaped her whiskered lips. "It's not enough."