Firefly Glen cosmic love

He seemed frustrated by her questioning; October shifted her weight uncomfortably as she stood before him, her gaze slipping away to observe the fireflies that danced ‘round them. Pale ears pressed backward as the awkwardness of the encounter began to settle on her. She didn’t know what else to say to him.
 
But then he spoke again, his heavily accented voice piquing October’s curiosity. Snowy audits swiveled towards the strange male. “Your accent – where is it from?” October’s own experience with other languages was scant. She couldn’t resist picking the brute’s brain, although part of her did expect him to lash out at her pointless prying.