Firefly Glen ^________________________^

the noise was loud, but sobeille opted to ignore it in favor of the sheepish smile illuminating treepie's face; the gentle tuck of one lip against a vividly white tooth.

how many throats has that pierced? came a bolt of thought as sobeille began to walk. she turned one ear towards treepie as she blew out a breath, face bright with a smile sobeille found very engaging.

dat must 'ave been a spectacle. sobeille recalled the splatter of blood staining arrluk's chest; a bib of scarlet at once profane and scintillating.

treepie expanded the once-ferocious wolverine had been subverted into a handsome hide. mebbe she will wear it for 'er next one. sobeille couldn't help the wry joke before it slipped her mouth; she forgot that marriage was only supposed to be once. such a strange custom to a sapphiqian!

she slowed as they came closer to camp. the soft murmur of voices nearby informed her a small group had split off for provisions. waiting for their shadows to fade, sobeille abruptly changed topic. do you believe in fate? dat some'ting 'igh up pulls us all together?