Firefly Glen fair and flighty love

She is interested more with every word the man spoke. His accent was something she had never heard in her time, and intrigue shone in her eyes with every word the seaman spoke.

He did not know how to skin. This was alright, she admitted to herself. If he brought the deer to her mother, she could skin it. The action would matter most to Vairë. 

He was intriguing, this sea man. And he seemed so kind! She had looked tonight, and seen the other men and their eyes and she wasn’t a jealous creature by any means, but she boiled with the want to have all their eyes on her.

She offered a serene little smile. She had the night, this she knew, but perhaps part of her was set on this choice. Only time would tell her.

There is a bride price, for my hand. Set by myself. I wish for the tined antler of a stag, more than six points, to chew upon and to allow my children to chew upon, and the pelt of a doe to line my marriage den. Her eyes twinkled.

My mother knows how to skin the doe. All that is needed is the animal, brought to her or her brought to the animal, for the skin. Her lips curled.

I do not know if she spoke that information.