Firefly Glen [m] i am a question to the world

It mattered to her, but that was neither here nor there. It wasn't as if she held all this mental turmoil about her lineage just for the fun of it or anything. No, of course not.

But back to the fire.

They were here, and it was a long way back to there. And she wasn't about to go back there smelling like she'd rolled in honey-scented wildflowers and dusted herself with some other fragrance.

Kusuma understands.

She didn't care to share, but she wanted to know who exactly fathered her children. It was important, okay? 

... thank you. the coyjackal added, quietly.