Firefly Glen beautiful glass

she was the daughter of fox and peregrine -- it was not in her lineage to fail in anything she attempted. to her words her gave a wry smile. "it was my pleasure," the druid answered, "but i would be happy for any sustenance you provide."

it was upon the tip of his tongue to ask wildfire her take on the recent events that had transpired between casmir and behati, but he felt that would be rather odd, given the closeness in age between the trio of them.

"how are you settling otherwise? have you companions?" lasher inquired after a moment, resting his murkwater eyes comfortably upon the little russet face, so like fox's in its beauty and determination.