First Steps

"Anyway," Beam squared up, staring down at him with her soft, golden eyes. If Cinders was the hottest, sharpest bite of a fire, Beam was the warmth of a radiator in a human's home. "Tell me about yourself, spark. What brought you here? Where is your family?" He was taken aback by the question, but Beam's question seemed earnest enough. "I was born under a human's house," he answered, nervously shifting his weight on his paws. He thought about his mother's sweet milk-smell and the squir...