Firefly Glen (M) Yes, and?

"Do you really want to be banged?" Dwin asked, remembering Teya's warning of women losing their minds during the heat and Towhee being the worst example of, what could happen. The young Blackthorn felt both repulsed by the older hag's antics and somewhat sorry for her too. 

"Didn't you say that you had already enough kids and had no intentions of having more?" she asked, referring to their earlier conversations, but she could be easily wrong with the actual facts. "Or... was it about husbands..." she furrowed her brow, trying to remember, but everything felt fuzzy. 

"I think that the absence of suitors has more to do with your yelling than with your general appeal," Dwin told her in a soft voice and kind smile. After all in the parsley planting the man did not have to look at the face, as long as the frame stood steady and still. 

"I will not be surprised that by tomorrow the rumour mill of the valley will be talking about the Ghoul of the March Madness," she teased.