Firefly Glen fair and flighty love

some tales might be exaggerated. i cannae speak for all seafarers but most of us like to embellish. a grin, almost boyish in nature tugs at the edges of his lips before the action pulls at healing wounds. he cringes but tries to hide it.

there's always a seabreeze. sticky with salt and gritty with sand. for some, rhaegal knows this is the biggest turn off. aye, we hunt fish, seal and crab ...but deer, too. at least he could speak for himself: his diet did not consist only of seafood.

if they do, i'm nae invited; but aye. sapphique is mostly women. i dinnae ken what a ulaq is but i'm guessing it's dens: and nae, we dinnae build them in the sand. there is hard earth on the dragoncrest cliffs.

she has many questions! rhaegal thinks he has managed to keep them all straight and relatively in order.

a low chuckle passes thru his lips.

i dinnae see women ...or men wearing skin like you do. he admits, wondering if any of those answers were deal breakers for her: though he understands this is the purpose of this. to suss out chemistry and whether there was potential to work or not. she could take her time and make her best informed choice: he was hardly the only man here tonight.