Curiosity had stirred, but it was light, not urgent or anxious.

Curiosity stirred.

Curiosity stirred, a familiar sensation, though one not experienced for some time.

Curiosity stirred, and he leaned forward.

Curiosity stirred, they would have risen from bed, turned on the TV, and thereby discovered the fate of the world.

Curiosity as to the results of the French revolution first stirred him out of his lethargy, a curiosity which soon turned to alarm as the revolution developed.

Curiosity stirred, not for Azdra'ik's question, but for his own: incongruous curiosity, held eye to eye with an angry goblin, but pain seemed quite ordinary by now.

Curiosity now stirred in me.

Curiosity, as much a besetting sin of mages as pride, stirred in me as it had when I first read the spell and a prickling along my spine told me this was a ritual I could survive performing.