Firefly Glen (M) No room for a saint.

Her breath ran out and her call faded into the ether, leaving Towhee to wait and see… and not get her hopes up. Even if Rodyn came, it didn’t mean anything would happen. He could turn her down for a myriad of reasons, though at least they wouldn’t be as baffling as Soto’s rejection. After all this time, that still rankled.

She let out a breath and turned to inspect her surroundings. They were familiar, of course, and Towhee recalled a particularly shadowy spot. She sought it out now, ignoring a slight rumble in her stomach. She couldn’t be bothered to hunt with another appetite demanding attention.

Towhee startled when Rodyn appeared, then laughed at herself. She stared at him, almost surprised that he had come, trying to read the look on his face. Was he happy to see her? He looked a little surprised, though it was difficult to tell anything else as he signed a greeting.

Hey, she said on an exhale, abruptly remembering the horrible circumstances of their last rendezvous. Rather than ask him the usual question, Towhee gently demanded, Tell me about something good that’s happened to you recently, Rodyn.