Firefly Glen ^________________________^

Sobeille assured her that she wasn’t spouting nonsense. Pie felt more at ease with every passing moment, each word exchanged. And then the other woman singled out a morsel of meat, which she then passed to Treepie rather than eat herself. Something about this gesture caused a tug low in her belly. The night air suddenly felt a few degrees warmer.

She smiled her thanks, though she didn’t interrupt as Sobeille talked through the gesture. Cheeks warm, Treepie tried to concentrate on what she was saying. Sobeille essentially corroborated her impression of religions. The names could vary, though the gist of it all remained synonymous.

She didn’t feel quite so hungry anymore for some strange reason, though Pie’s stomach made another noise. Besides, she didn’t want to offend Sobeille. She nipped the sliver of venison into her mouth and chewed, gaze flitting around the glen before naturally drifting back to her companion’s face. Her eyes tracked the movements of Sobeille’s own mouth as she helped herself to a bite.

Now her stomach did a funny little swoop. Tiuttuk felt a stirring in the bowl of her pelvis and shifted. She realized she was staring yet again, though it took a conscientious effort to drop her eyes. She made herself look at the spread of food, though she didn’t really see any of it as heat began creeping along the back of her neck.