Firefly Glen sanctify

the chiseled figure of a well sculpted man never went unnoticed. she'd not immediately set her attention to him, assuming he was a passerby of the hunt or a tradesman making his way through the encampments. it was only when he was emboldened enough to approach did shamura turn to fully appreciate the sight of him. 

a gentlemanly introduction was given, accentuated with the twang of a cattleman's charm. the gnawing of fat was halted as she digested his choice of shared words. of all that was said, it was the word we that rang in her ears most.  

an intrigued hum rumbled it's way through her throat as she roved over his figure. "you will be joining us?" a question meant more for her own conformation than his. had one of her acolytes recruited or hired him? or was this christmas come early wrapped up as mr. tall, dark and handsome?