Firefly Glen (M) Yes, and?

Her fiery gaze cut away, purportedly to scan for any approaching men. There were none. Towhee grumbled under her breath and reluctantly settled her attention on Ceridwen again. She felt a little bad for shouting at her a moment ago, though only a little.

She didn’t seem particularly perturbed, however. She prattled and Towhee couldn’t help but follow every word. She neither smiled nor laughed, at least until Dwin remarked about bear sex. Then she snorted. The first was followed by a second at the subsequent question.

Hormones are a hell of a drug, she drawled sardonically. It’s a fucking joke, though, and the joke’s on me. I guess nobody wants to bang an old lady who yells at clouds.

She wasn’t going to let that depress her. She wasn’t. Towhee let out another grumbling noise, scuffing a paw against the brittle, wintry grass.