Firefly Glen [PHE] a kiss with a fist

even after all that, there was something about the girl which tavina enjoyed — some budding spirit. but fermented fruits were what you stole on youthful larks; she'd sadly stopped the worst person at this gathering to ask for the drink, a doctor in her own guilty cups.

akavir. tavina wanted to snap that she hadn't a choice if he wanted to putter along. for eset's sake, for eset's sake, not that of herself or muat-riya, the prickly woman shut her mouth on that matter. "i can't stop you," she said at last, "but i hope you're not looking for an invitation. i wasn't about to extend one to any wolf here."

there. now he would know he was not singled out for slight. "pharaoh has not yet arrived. this is the first and only night i'll have to myself, you know."

still, tavina managed not to be reproachful. better akavir than some bumbling newcomer. they'd shared the same hospital room; they could make a conversation happen. tavina lifted her chin. "you're not her father? could have fooled me. both of you."