Firefly Glen [PHE] a kiss with a fist

For a moment after the words had been launched, she felt a pang of regret, as if she listened to the whistling of arrows that fell to wound her own kin in friendly fire. While Akavir was not her father, she’d never had one, nor had any idea of his identity. All the same, he had been more of a father figure to her than any other- and her usual shrewdness fractured when she feared the impact her inconsiderate words might have. 

Seemingly, though, the arrows fell instead into a fire already burning- likely lit when she’d interrupted his conversation earlier- and now the flames turned to graze her own hide. Shame-faced and bitter, she acknowledged the truth with a drop of her tail, and the backward turn of her grey ears. 

She didn’t look at Tavina, so she might not have to bear the humiliation of her gaze as well. Her words simply made Cygnet frown; she felt underestimated. Things that could not be understood? It was exactly how Cygnet identified…And she had to wonder still if those berries would help her understand herself any better.

Ever the snotty brat at heart, though,  she worked her jaws as if to mimic Akavir’s statement as he loped off.  She turned with a dejected sniff to stalk off, stiff-legged, needing somewhere to dispense her ever-growing angst.