Firefly Glen glass eyes, crystal tears

A young dark boy near half a year. A light young female near a year. And Paeon going on 3 years with the maturity of near half that. Had those two numbers matched she might have thought twice about the proper way to approach such a subject. This would be interesting...

Paeon lifted her nose into the air and slowly circled around. She knew the smell, she knew she did, but from where. It wasn't until she considered the young boys behavior that she had an answer. "Oh! There must a women in heat nearby, or perhaps she was here a bit ago." she said openly no filter detected.

Paeon had gone into heat for the first time last year. The smell had been similar but she assumed the smell would be slightly different for everyone.

She looked at the boy and in a playful teasing tone said "Seems someone's got an early sense for it"