Firefly Glen Beauty Is On The Inside

It was not uncommon for the young girl Tokala to be on her own. In watching her, she could see the awkwardness of youth and wondered in the back of her mind if the fates had blessed the sisterhood or cursed it; not because she lacked love for their tiny family unit but, because she could not see any man being tempted by the lonely child. Alas, they had time to reforge her. To build something of Tokala that would make their culture persist. It would take time. Sitala was thankful, however, that their efforts were concentrated upon her first-born for the time being. It would be less work.

Tokala, she greeted with a tone as smooth as ice, and a flicker of a smile creased her features. There was no warmth in her bright eyes to suggest she felt any emotion, but that was the way of things. Of course. She is your mother—have you not spoken to her yourself? It was likely that even this girl could not approach Eyota if their eldest sibling was around; Namid was not exactly close with any of the girls—she would sooner drive them off a cliff.