Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

a change came over ying, not unlike a stormfront crawling over a sunny expanse of shore. arcturus mentally flinched, caught unawares by the coldness which had come creeping in her voice.

he made note to make no such joke in the future, and licked his lips in silent apprehension while he waited for those dark clouds to pass. they did, eventually -- by the form of a joke. his expression eased, and his tail thumped. "alright, a loser." arcturus conceded, ready then to press on from what had been an unfortunate change in their easy-going company. he shook his head as ying offered the balded goose once more -- nay, he had his fill, and if he was hungry he could simply return to the 'spear. "it is yours. thanks for the wing."