Firefly Glen [PHE]So, don't say I'm not ready, 'til I fall on my sword

Etienne didn't think many women were beautiful. No, that wasn't right. He did not find them attractive as a man should. He found them beautiful for themselves. And as women, not for his own sexual likes in a manner of speaking.

He nodded. We are big on family in our little village. It is us against dey world sometimes. But dat is okay. Some of us 'ave dispersed, but we still love dem and visit often or dey visit us. My mama is here actually. I 'ope you can meet her. She also sings beautifully.

Etienne was stopped and an array of plants were brought out for him to look through. His eyes were immediately drawn to the plant Creosote, a versatile plant, and Prickly pear and he made a small noise of delight at teh sight of the Aloe Vera.

Dese are precious. Are you sure you mean to give dem to me and not trade dem?

He gently touched the face of the Aloe. His thoughts turning towards Anselm. He could have used this a time or two on that man when he had been wounded.