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

Well, it wasn't her issue to fret over. It was sad to watch the woman leave in such a huff - Ibis couldn't help the lingering of her gaze and the blooming of her imagination; but Mal drew her attention with his questions and she had to let the bicurious yearning fade. He seemed so eager for her company, swearing protection - and she smiled as they began to drift through the glen together.

Nowhere, everywhere... I can't shake the feeling that I need to move, you know? But I suppose if I can't explore here, maybe... you could show me somewhere better? As alluring as the glen was, it no longer felt like the dreamy haven she had initially trusted it to be. The look that crossed over her face was equal parts innocent and eager - and as she smiled to him, Ibis fell in to step alongside, a touch too close.