Firefly Glen tell you this with a kiss.

@Chacal

Etienne’s maman would hear it from him first, Anselm told himself — but as he neared the Sapphique camp he grew increasingly discomfited. 

He had a good inkling of who she was, purely by the many passing remarks Etienne had made over the years. His mind did a skip and a pause over the thought ‘years’. 

But it had been years. 

He shouldered past a throng of people, spotting her sleek black pelt with the mantle of gold. Swallowing any last misgiving he had, Anselm cleared his throat: If I might have a moment of your time.