Firefly Glen (m) Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

She did not like the bickering or the tension it caused. As a result the little whisp withdrew towards Mal, finding his presence more of a comfort than either woman, and when the giantess chose to leave she watched, but soon was flitting her attention between Mal and Belharra as if nothing ill had transpired. She felt heavy, and warm, and somewhat despondent - as if she needed... She didn't know, really. The warmth was distracting.

I... I didn't mean to upset her, Ibis offers, finding her attention trailing across the raggedy woman's svelte body as she murmured this. How wild she looked; and how brazen she had been to speak to a so-called queen! A part of Ibis was deeply, immutably attracted to these qualities. Her body burned for Mal but the rest of her - conflicted - the rest wanted her, too.