Firefly Glen (PHE) The ballad of the witches’ road.

Same here; feel free to fade or simply archive, Mercury!

He seemed bothered by the question. Towhee studied his face as his expression closed off, wondering what tripwire she had accidentally kicked. She replayed her question in her head, then shook it lightly.

I don’t know what that means, she told him, but I think you answered my question anyway. Not a fan of the institution either, I take it, Towhee remarked, chuckling.

She didn’t anticipate an answer, especially when her grandson tried changing the subject. Towhee gave him a look like it was the silliest question she’d ever heard, then moved suddenly forward to nuzzle his cheek. She hoped to dispel any lingering negativity she’d provoked with her query.

Kukutux distracted them by mentioning a fresh kill. Towhee saw Bushtit’s drooping eyes suddenly light up at the mention of food, despite his snacking. She chuckled, exchanged a look with Killeer and then moved to join “moon woman.”