Firefly Glen [PHE] iron blade

Large as he was for his age, Kitimat was still very much a boy. Adult conversations were boring to him, although the women, too, had fallen into silence. His eyelids began to droop, and it wasn't long before they were closed altogether.

Should the dialogue continue, it would carry on over the dulcet tones of a quiet, peaceful snore, the breath of which stirred the silken hair of Simbelmyne's long forelimbs.

Kitty out!