Firefly Glen [PHE] young & beautiful

the copse sounded peaceful. sobeille was proud to be a child of the ocean's chaos -- but at times, she wondered what inland might be like, and knew (but would never admit) that it was val's genes pulling at her to explore.

a valley of lush grass, gilded by the soft touch of joyful sun. rolling hills, scenic vistas of rivers and their rich floodplains: small forests nestled in the proud palm of a rising mountain.

very different than home.

dat sounds nice. sobeille inserted, watching as lotus did something delightfully feminine to her -- brushed back her feather and lifted her rounded and young -- yet growing into something beautiful -- face to the prevailing wind. it is different. sobeille affirmed, without missing a beat. de sea-wolves -- dey have faces like you or me, but round bodies and sharp claws on de edge of their fins. dey do not 'ave legs. and when dey speak -- it is in a voice dat ours might sound like, if i was at de bottom of a tunnel, and you were very 'igh up. and sometimes dey do dis t'ing -- it sound like wind through two very thin trees; a burst of noise wit' clicks to dem. i t'ink dey use dat and listen to it. it rattles when u 'ear it.

anyway. we eat dem. sobeille finished, turning her gaze to lotus as if to say 'that's just how it is'.