Firefly Glen Cry little sister, (thou shall not fall)

His sense of charm was much different from what Sialuk had known from others. He spoke like a child, whimsical and rushed. Perhaps having such an audience brought a different side of him to the surface. She gasped as he leapt onto a tree, whisking away a flower that had been a part of the bouquet around her neck.

Ukuksi! she exclaimed. You must earn such a thing from me! Sialuk had meant to give a piece of her wreath to those she found worthy. To steal one was not to her liking, and she gave Alaric a stern look, stomping her foot like a doe ready to charge.