Firefly Glen [PHE] There is a place for you

The bees' knees. He couldn't help but grin like an idiot at the saying, even if he didn't really know what it meant—did bees have knees, anyway? Just one of the many cute things about Amalia—

Amalia.

"We had a mud fight!" she declared, but Killdeer wasn't paying much attention to the words. He found himself lost in those dancing emerald eyes, and the way her emotions flitted freely over her face. How kind she was—had always been.

Of course. Why hadn't he seen it before?

The man shook himself, coming out of the brief reverie with a wistful smile. That sounds awesome, he replied, but the words were faint, abstracted. He held her gaze for perhaps far too long, and then tore it away, suddenly sheepish.

I should go, Killdeer said. Leave you to your business. Maybe I'll see you around? he added in query.