Firefly Glen [PHE ] there, there, baby, it's just textbook stuff

Ajei. A name for the face of the girl too sensitive and insecure to tolerate the featherlight blow of coarse words. Not that Cygnet needed a name- she knew the look, smell and location of the girl within the camps. If she had any intentions of exacting revenge, she wouldn’t need a name. She felt Akavir was giving her names in an attempt to press some amount of empathy into her; she had little room for it.

Not defending. Just being her eyes. Teaching ‘Ajei’ not to judge. Responded the indignant girl who still believed she’d done no wrong in correcting Ajei. 

Again, she was fed another name, which was shrugged off. It wasn’t as if she intended to see Moonwoman ever again, and she hoped that the woman wouldn’t come looking for Akavir the same way other women did- though there was something to be said for Kukutux I. Having come to Akavir not to flirt, but to request that he be made aware of the conflict. 

But her place as the boss of three packs wouldn’t mollify the girl- she was set in her ways. She too busy leading packs to teach granddaughter, was her deft reply. She glanced up to Akavir, knowing that that statement would likely earn her a glare. 

He’d not seen the way Ajei had stammered and trembled like a maladjusted pup. 

Cygnet would bear his glare readily. She listened to what he had to offer- as if he thought himself selfless for accepting Kukutux’s bid for them to stay, rather than leaving as punishment. They were assigned community service- and an apology was demanded of her, followed by a meeting with the Moonwoman.

Cygnet wasn’t interested in doing what Akavir asked of her because she didn’t believe she’d done anything wrong. 

Whatever. She replied with a roll of her shoulder; not ready to agree to the man’s terms, not willing to admit that she would apologize, either. She raised an eyebrow to see if there was anything else.