Firefly Glen ❁ I've rejected affection,

"Lightning bugs."….Well, that was one way to describe them. She had never recalled her people calling them that, at least. She pursed her lips and glanced to the side in thought. "That’s one way to describe them, I suppose. Lighting is a rather explosive description, don’t you think? I’d like to think of them as small vessels of slow, simmering flames…" she looked to the tall boy as if to seek an answer, but did not expect a response to her useless rambles.

A softened smile lit her gentle features at the mention of his birth date. "Happy birthday garçon! Goddess Fleur has great plans for us youth – though we cannot see it yet." strangely enough though, he did not seem all that excited for his coming of age. Maybe it was because it passed already?

Small, bleached paws made movements toward him, crunching the damp evening grasses beneath them. Looking up to him, Centri could now see how big he was – especially with the closed distance. What really made her curious though was his scent. It was as if he wasn’t entirely….wolf.

"I am Centri. Centri Auclair." the young girl greeted."--and you?"