Firefly Glen raindrops on my window sill

is it bad that i want to archive this and start a second one? two trade threads in one go, ayy.

instead of bragging, the boy came back with a request. she listened to his words, her interest swelling as he spoke. taking down a doe would mean much more than whatever small game they might have caught otherwise. okay, flirt, she teased, trotting up to bump her shoulder against his.