Firefly Glen Taped up heart.

A cloud of gnats descended on her, orbiting around Towhee’s head. She couldn’t hear their whining, though they were still obnoxious. She waved at them ineffectually a few times before sitting up with a grunt.

Fuck you guys, she muttered, missing the relative lack of insects on the island a little bit as she gave up her spot to the damned midges.

She walked about a hundred yards closer to the mountain and was just about to settle down again when she saw a familiar shape approaching through the greenery. Towhee immediately huffed a noise to let Fennec know her twenty, then began closing the distance.

Hey, it’s always good to see you. How are you, Fen? she greeted, pressing a smile to her daughter’s shoulder.