Firefly Glen (M) Yes, and?

Dwin could not exactly be characterized by "virile masculine persuasion", but, if someone is screaming your ears off, while you try to get some sleep after a very long day, you have to investigate, right? The smell of parsleys these days was so strong and intense in the air, that Dwin had stopped paying attention to it and purposefully avoided it only, when the scent was accompanied by clear sounds of parsley planting in action. She had been an accidental witness of this one time too many.

Woken untimely from her nap, howeverm she was of "grumpy feminine persuasion" and had all kinds of murderous thoughts, while she moved towards the source of the ungodly sounds. It occurred to her that - maybe - she should have asked Sylvie for a back up in dealing with this horrible, horrible person, in case things got nasty. But it was probably a good thing she had not. Dwin could easily imagine her fainting at the sight of blood and puking all over the corpse they would have to bury. No matter, how much the object of a killing had deserved, what it had coming for, Dwin felt that everyone had a right for a decent burial. 

"YOU!!!" she yelled out to the dark figure in the clearing, leaping towards it (him/her - it was hard to tell) very fast. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled, now facing the person in question and only a second or two later did the recognition hit her. "Have you lost all your marbles, old hag?" she asked now in a little softer manner.