Firefly Glen [PHE] mom said get a flower bouquet, so i got a flour bouquet

There was an inviting gleam in Sirmiq’s eyes as he motioned towards the hunting ground, and Nantahala looked in that direction with interest. When she looked back at him, a large grin was on her face, and she nodded enthusiastically. ”He remembered!” she thought to herself, recalling what she’d shared with him when they first met.

She was smitten.

I’d love to, she replied, stepping towards where he motioned, but then hesitated to allow for him to take the lead—hunting had been his idea, after all. Do know what you want to hunt? she asked. They had plenty of options—as the glen was well-stocked with varying quarry—and she wasn’t particularly picky. All she really wanted was his company.