Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

As the guardian's visage fell with the downcast of misplacement, she felt her own pale moonface soften with empathy and longing. 

"I must a'mit..zey are nae quite my pe-ople yet ei-zer," the healer uttered, argent gaze dipping to the alignment of paws below - tiny, dainty, ivory; broad, heavy, smooty. "I am but a new-comer vithin ze Vale." 

"But, I do 'ope ye can fin' ze new start ye seek zere," the midwife soothed softly, hoping this might somehow ease his sorrow and the painful process of rebirth, of rebuilding. 

Flirting is unfamiliar to the fae, her spring orbs widening a tic in sheepish astonishment. The tone is suggestive, lighting tiny sparks to life in her veins - and setting her heart to frantically pounding, the only comparison something twisted and triggering. 

Visibly, the ghostly waif falters, words failing as her lips work silently - distant gaze drifting, uncertain. The sighthound shifts her insubstantial weight between limbs as she gathers herself, paws dancing in a nervous tell. 

"I supp-ose zat comes vith ze teach-ings.." She quipped quietly at last, lips quirking in a grin of her own as she tentatively teases. 

The expression faded at his half-hearted query, lips parted as intense moonstones scanned the damage he alluded to, feared. 

"I coul' very vell ask ye ze same," Fen lilted, gentle as a summer morn's sunbeams, something tender brewing in her stormcloud gaze. 

"Vhat coul' ye poss-ibly vant vith a scarred ruin of a 'alfling?" 

The abandoned child. The outcasted half-breed. The fuck-up tresspasser. The slave. The liar, the bandit, the murder accessory. The nameless. The battered woman. The fallen mother. The escapee. The vagabond. The girl with the broken smile. 

Althea, Hui, Wördronna. 

Awenfen.

She was so much more than her bruised, crushing titles. As was Memory, if he could find the iron in his soul to forge a new name for himself. 

A smile of spring - of sweet breezes perfumed with rebirth, buds blossoming, of undying hope - unfurled over her lips as sweet as his honeyed eyes; her answer hidden in the dovewing's grey of her gaze and the secret language of a damaged heart.