Firefly Glen [PHE] fire & rain

embarrassment rose up around him fast, and even more so when he realized the woman coming to his aid was someone he knew—if only by name, and faintly by face. 

i'm also of moontide, aditya informed her, voice a bit gruff. my son is dutch, husband to simbelmyne.

brow furrowed, he began to scuff dirt over the pool of urine, teeth gritted and mouth clenched taut. he buried his waste and then turned to the piebald woman, blinking to her in understanding and apology.

i'm fine, he assured her, straightening his spine and trying to maintain his dignity.