Firefly Glen [PHE] young & beautiful

laughter danced behind lotus’ glimmering eyes. for a moment sobeille withered — for she had not told a joke.

recovering in the next instant (bolstered in part by lotus’ presumed interest), sobeille drew air out between her blackened nose.

i eat everything. an admission that delighted sobeille, for what context would lotus have to understand the deeper nuance lying beneath the surface? and if she did understand, who would lotus tell?

moreover, who would believe her?

we hunt dem on land. dere are some wolves dat hunt dem underwater. dis is dangerous. dey are faster, an’ ‘old dere breath longer. would be not’ing for dem to grab your leg an’ drag you under.

she ruminated on lotus’ second question, answering it out of turn. dey taste like anyt’ing else. like blood an’ meat. dey taste of de sea.