Firefly Glen it can change you

His voice wrapped around her name like a cool breeze on a warm summer’s day, sending a soft shiver down her spine. Her skin prickled in response, and she silently thanked her fur for concealing the flush that threatened to betray her. If he could see the way he affected her, she might simply die of embarrassment.

“Solharr.” His name felt foreign on her tongue, her voice struggling to mirror the way he had spoken it. A warmth crept up her cheeks as she tested the unfamiliar syllables. She did not know how foreign his name was to these lands, nor what meaning it carried, but something in the way he carried himself—the weight of his presence alone—spoke volumes. Too many for her to fully grasp, yet deep in her bones, she felt it. He was safe.

“I am… glad to have met you.”

Like a moth to a flame, she was drawn to his offer, eager to grasp onto the lifeline he extended. Being alone held no space in her heart; all it did was drown her in self-doubt and pity. It was time to carve out her own story—one worthy of the same depth and meaning that Solharr seemed to carry. Whether he would be just a fleeting chapter or something far more lasting remained to be seen.

She did not miss the way her heart quickened at his words, nor how it was a small miracle that she remained standing after witnessing what she thought might have been an upturn to his lips. And his eyes, they never wavered from hers. He was like a moon to her restless sea, tugging at something deep within her, urging her to answer.

Slowly, the paw she had raised over him lowered, and her smile brightened even more.

“I would love to, Solharr. Maybe you could tell me a little more of yourself and where you come from?”