Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

"I vould like zat," she agrees wistfully, a glint of excitement lighting the young woman's face. There was so much she had yet to see, so much she had missed in her wasted youth as a slave. 

"..someday," she tacks on as the glimmer fades, leaving the same forlorn spirit before him. 

"Ze vhelping season is almost 'ere; Lady Reiko vill re-quire me services," Awenfen explained regretfully as her head sank between the fragile slump of heavy shoulders. 

It was true, of course, though not entirely - the threat of her former mate still loomed on the horizons, like the long shadows cast by sunfall. 

The thought brought to mind the fact that she should be getting back soon, fearful of being beyond the borders too long..

Yet, Memory's next words snapped her attention back to him - curious and confused gaze searching his face openly, child-like in her failure to understand. 

"Doesnae every-body?" the fawn murmured innocently, unsure, as her head cocked to the side like a pup's. Certainly Grinestone and Dredguild had had strict scruples about that sort of thing but it was her understanding, from her time with the druids, that sexuality was fluid. 

Most wolves within the falls had been polygamous - of course, there were exceptions as citizens possessed the right of free will - and had elaborate relationships because of it, both romantically and in a familial sense. 

"Volfbane..?" The girl wisped, just as perplexed as before - if not more so. She failed to realize the differences in the abuse they faced were based on superstition - rather than the prejudice and cruelty she'd endured. 

Seelie eyes found their paws once more, feeling undeserving of the praise he laid at her paws. Awenfen didn't see herself as strong - fast maybe, or just lucky. 

"Someday," the midwife promised him again. "Zis is nae ze day fer such sad stories," the botanist quipped as she attempted to lighten the mood, gathering her supplies, shooting him a small grin. "An' I must get back soon, anyhow."

"Merry part, Mem-ory," the druid murmured as she faced him again - spring gaze peeking up at him as her auds fluttered shyly. "An' merry meet again," with a respectful dip of her head, and a brush of her muzzle against his cheek, the waif slipped past him. 

The girl looked back but once as she slipped away into the shadows, flashing him a broken smile - should he care to look.