Firefly Glen they say no one is living here

Fragile, he was – Cavendish was like a glass figurine set atop a very high shelf. It seemed that all it would take was one foul move and he would tumble to his end. By that same stretch of the imagination, though... he had survived, hadn't he? The willowy creature had lived and thrived in his own setting. Roseweald Hollow had made him into a good man, and that was all that he could have ever asked for. In time, he might have made himself to be more than just a good man. In time, he might have become stronger than what he was.

Time would be the only thing that could tell.

“Why, hello there,” he called out to the female after several long moments of watching. His tail wavered between his hocks and his thin frame seemed to sway with it. Cavendish had thought that her soft wag was a sign of good intention. After all, he had not really crossed paths with someone who had ever had ill-intentions and didn't look it. The slender prince waited to see if the sweet stranger would return his call.