Firefly Glen [m] revelarlos

given, given until no more fat remained. kukutux wore a broad grin. "you come back?" she inquired, attempting to describe a departure and then a return with some gesturing. 

it was not a matter of trust, but rather the duck's confidence: why would any dark thing be raised against her offer of friendship?

the glen would be a place of trade, a crossroads. it was moon-land, and she was gracious in the paths she allowed to be made upon its face.

ambition, raising some minute claw in the eddies of her spirit.