Firefly Glen fair and flighty love

He was a man of ambition! He did not want to leave the pack, there was a loyalty there she admired fairly deeply.

Maybe she was just swept up in the man’s seafaring accent and ways. Maybe it was the influence of doe, ever wanting to see something new.

But, well, she had something of a choice. He had come to seek a wife. And, perhaps, he’d found one in her. She stood with all of the sinew of a large feline, seeking to rub her body under his chin with a flick of her tail.

Rhaegal of village Sapphique, I don’t think I need all night. She was bold, and she was young, and he intrigued her in ways the seal hunter, for all of his posturing, did not. She tipped her head all the way back, ears flopping as she did, before she pranced in a little circle.

I think you are my choice, if I am yours. Vairë’s smile was wide.

Come, dance!