Firefly Glen [PHE] a kiss with a fist

She grunted, squinted skeptically at the woman who now clutched to her prize and claimed that age Bb was no matter. She saw the woman’s posture soften, watched the way her eyes wandered past Cygnet as if following a moving target. The sternness remained in her features though her words were slurred. 

Cygnet was quick, sober. 
She watched the woman stagger and grimace when her slipping gaze at last returned to her. Tavina recoiled as if repulsed, and stumbled as if tripped by fate for casting such shade with her glance. 
She fell against a tree- likely the only reason she remained on her feet- and the strap holding the berries to her broke, and fell to the ground.

But before Cygnet could snatch the hard-earned treat, Akavir intervened. She gnashed her teeth together, irritated that he foiled her plans…Which, to be fair, was exactly what she deserved considering the way she’d interrupted his conversation with the pale woman earlier- but she wouldn’t see it that way.

You’re not my Dad. Her words were short, punchy. She huffed, and gave the drunken women one last look- knowing there was likely no way she’d surrender the berries, even now.