Firefly Glen Not a martyr, I'm a problem

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@Akavir's scent was on the wind, and for a moment Mae dared to allow herself the faint hope that he had returned for her. In her refusal to entertain the insult of being left at Moonglow, she'd made her camp in the glen and had spent these many days in solitude. It was better this way, she often told herself.

But she couldn't deny the hope she felt just then. She called out for her father, perhaps foolishly, and lingered with breath held until she knew whether he had heard her.