Firefly Glen xix. still with eyes meeting

we can fade with them goin!

Unaware of the effect she had, and the woman's curiosity, Fennec inclined her head instinctually when she heard the agreement. Maybe. She wanted to, but the answer came out typically noncommittal. I'll show you the open one first. Her lips twitched up in a bit of a mischievous grin as she hinted at the less open option. She would love to show off her secret trove of poisons too.

Fennec would lead the way and show off her collection, a surprisingly organized affair despite the irregularity of the garden's shape. She tried to play it casual, but as discussion grew, likely some of the facade would drop into vivid interest. It was rare to find someone with similar interest in this kind of thing to talk to now.