Firefly Glen ^________________________^

sensing the roving of treepie's gaze over her features, sobeille could not help but straighten as they arrived at the stone laid out with the remainder of the wedding feast's scraps.

she'd never been good with small talk - her manner was too direct - which often put her at odds with strangers. hearing someone address this positively was foreign territory. small talk be a waste of breath. sobeille couldn't help but interject, ear turning as treepie segued into the beliefs of her relatives.

sobeille spent much time among moonwomen. she nodded at sedna's mention, sharing a similar respect for tradition, but carrying no belief of it in her heart. i do know what you be meanin'. sobeille acknowledged, pulling a strip of venison towards her feet. on second thought, she offered it to treepie, yellow eyes climbing the stark contrast of black covering her face.

i 'ave 'eard many religions. sobeille sank to her haunches after extracting another thin strip of venison from the pile. an' dey all 'ave deire sednas an' deire dancin' lights. only wit' different faces, an' different names.