Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

"No, thank you! I would not trade my vulnerability or mortality for that matter for anything," Wraen shook her head, but smiled amiably at Arcturus. He had improved and found the previously non-existent sense of humour somewhere. She liked to think that it was her good influence, though it was likely that, when among his own folk, Arthur was not as awkward or confused. A firecracker? Not likely.

"Nothing much," she shrugged, wondered, if she should tell that she had found his mystery moonlight lover among her own folk and that she had bitten her in the butt in order to defend his honour, but decided against it. First - out of respect to Towhee, second - she had no idea, whether Hydra had had any whiff of all, what had happened between her second in command and Wraen's leader to be.

"No puppy applications for me this year as of yet, but we have quite few eligible girls in our ranks. So, if you decide to enter the marriage market, I might introduce you to them," she offered, though knew very well that Arcturus would rather burn in hell than go near her women's monastery. His loss.

"Frankly speaking, I would like to have a year without any puppies at all. Can you believe that I have spent half of my life caring for the little toothy buggers of others?" she asked him, but since Arcturus was very young (and a man), she doubted that he had been involved in baby-sitting at all. "I would like to have a spring, where I do not have to share my food and my coat is not ruined by sharp teeth."