Firefly Glen [BWH] névoa ‹‹

margarida’s smile warmed, small but sure, her posture easing as he settled beside her.

é normal, she said softly. a boy is young. learning. her gaze followed the direction falcon had gone, fondness flickering there like candlelight. better to speak too bluntly than not at all.

she folded her legs beneath her, the breeze stirring the magnolia-soft scent along her pale fur. peaceful, he had called her—no one had ever said it aloud before. something gentle unfurled in her chest.

i am glad you want company, she murmured, eyes lifting to meet his for a brief, steady moment. and… i only speak as my mãe did. soft words carry far, she used to say.

a faint breath of a laugh left her.

though, perhaps in a place like this, it stands out more.

her shoulder brushed the grass as she lowered herself a little further, close enough to share warmth without presumption. but i do not mind bluntness, she added, voice a quiet reassurance. it means the heart is honest.