Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Wish? She cocked her head. The question seemed out of the blue, but the way it rolled off of his tongue made her think it was somehow related to the star. 

Arnarkla clicked her tongue at the mention of his charm. His ego seemed stoked enough; she was disinclined to feed the fire. 

She glanced toward the mountains again. 

It's as you said: softening winter's blow. If I think I could fit well enough.

She was still prepared to spend the winter on her own. In a way, it was easier. No disappointments.