Fragile

If she was ever near a lit candle, she would draw it close to her. She would play with the flame as she talked to you. Having lingered a bit too long, she would quickly withdraw her finger from the searing heat. You would chide her, she might look sheepish. She would stay away for a while, but the flame would beckon again. The blue, yellow and orange would draw her in. She would then dip the pads of her fingers, starting with the index, into the molten wax pooling languidly at the base. Make fragile three dimensional fingerprints that she would then entrust to your care.