Firefly Glen ^________________________^

reading conflict in the dark shadows of treepie’s face, sobeille quickly looked away and cursed her own inability to react normally. treepie wouldn’t understand. no one did. why had she even opened her mouth to say it?

quick to move past her blunder, sobeille kept treepie’s bright gaze in the corner of her vision. she saw her head tilt and her gaze turn contemplative; almost as if eavesdropping the chatter moving through the forest.

without answer, treepie began to move. sobeille followed, pace quick and expression that of someone impatiently pressed upon the trigger. treepie’s smile partially reassured her, but only just. sobeille wondered if treepie had ever learned to bone read from sialuk; would that change her belief or only further cement it?

i dunno. it be a big question. i ‘avent made up my mind yet. sobeille’s gaze dropped to the ground briefly. what do you t’ink de ‘igher power be like?