Firefly Glen [BWH] Where that which grows

ippiksaut’s smile came easily this time, softening the lines of her face as she settled a little closer to the creek’s edge.

i would be honored to share a meal with you, she said simply. your catch is good, ajei. you deserve a moment to rest.

she glanced at the fish, then back to the gentle fox-woman, her mismatched eyes warm.

and you wear your mother’s grace more than you think. anyone can see it.