Firefly Glen beautiful glass

he took a bite of the delicate meat, savoring the taste as he listened to wildfire detail her travails in the new land thus far. again, the curiosity as to what had caused the move flared, but lasher ignored it. to ask for the information would be impolite -- if the fire-girl wished to proffer it, he would listen, but the druid would not mention the caldera.

charon. "i know of the former name, but not the latter," lasher murmured, though his tone told the young wolfess that he had not overlooked her small drop of inflected warmth upon floki's title. "new friends of yours, then?"