Firefly Glen [BWH] névoa ‹‹

margarida drew in a soft, sorrow-laced breath, her gaze falling to the grass between them. the weight of his words settled over her like dusk.

é uma coisa triste, she murmured first, then more clearly in common, it is a sad thing. i would not wish such a loss on anyone.

her eyes flicked to falcon as he slipped away, his small frame tight with guilt. she watched him go, too—grief had its own paths.

tvar’s rough smile brought her attention back. she returned it with something small and gentle, almost shy.

thank you… for trusting me with it, she said quietly.

a beat of wind between them.

if you want company, i will stay. if you prefer silence, i understand.