Firefly Glen (PHE) The ballad of the witches’ road.

Killdeer stared at his grandmother for a long, slack-jawed moment—because he could have sworn on his father's grave that she had said the kid's name was "Buttshit."

In the wake of that misunderstanding, he didn't realize Kukutux had arrived until she spoke to him directly, and had totally tuned out most of the conversation. Giving himself a brief shake, he looked at moonwoman and nodded, giving her a smile, before turning back to Towhee.

Butt— he began, then stopped with a sudden burst of clarity. Ah, fuck, he had heard it wrong! -Bush-tit,- Killdeer said slowly, carefully. He cast a soft look down upon the little guy. His life had to be nothing short of miraculous; he'd have figured Towhee was too old to have children.

-Who's the dad?- he asked, glancing at Towhee. Maybe it didn't matter. He'd never known his grandmother to have any sort of long-term love a la Eljay & Maia, or Kukutux and her sun man.