Firefly Glen Sayin' "who are you and where are you from?"

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Heat flooded her cheeks, her ears, her chest—her everything. Embarrassment was a terrible thing to experience, especially when it was one’s self that threw them out into the open. She could accuse no others of having made her feel as she currently did, for it was by her own doings that she’d been sent spiraling downwards. Her remark hung in the air, tickling her ears whilst slowly driving her mad as it replayed over and over again within her head—handsome, handsome, handsome! Oh, how she regretted the comment, yet, was simultaneously glad for having spoken it. She pushed her face further into his fur, wishing that she might vanish, thereby ridding her of the stress that she’d forced onto herself. The world was not so simple, however, and the magic necessary to grant wishes did not exist. She was forced to remain there, to accept the consequences of her words, whether they be negative or positive.

Thank you.

It was a simple phrase, one that she’d heard more times than she could count, and had said it herself even more. Yet, in spite of that, it impacted her. Her comment was not read too far into, nor had the actions following her words been ill-received. A step back was taken, allowing enough of space between them so that she could tilt her muzzle upwards and gaze at his facial features; he didn’t appear to be the least bit unhappy with her sudden approach, which she was thankful for. Rather, it almost seemed as if he might be confused, which, to her, wasn’t a bad thing; it wasn’t perfect, but it was better than the alternative. For a long moment, she did little more than watch him, curious of his thoughts. It wasn’t until he said her name that she was snapped out of her daydreams, his voice causing another wave of heat to roll over and off her body. Similar to a raven, whose feathers were not unlike her fur, her head tilted to the side, an inquisitive look in her eyes. The girl could have considered what next her might say, could have made an attempt at predicting his words, but never would her mind have steered itself towards what was actually said—how he didn’t want her to leave.

A frown slipped across her maw, though she was not unhappy. “I…” she trailed off, needing a moment to figure some things out. It was by her mother’s request that she had left the lair, tasked with locating her sister and returning home with her. This she was still aware of, but… spending a single night without searching for her wouldn’t change anything, right? Airi would be fine, the sable lamb assured herself, she could wait until the morning to be searched for. “I can stay the night,” she eventually replied, convinced that all would be well. “But I have to leave in the morning.” For the night, the eldest of the Draconid children would be fine, but, come morning, her sister’s quest would have to be continued.

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