Firefly Glen I'm dying to see how this one ends

Shadow moves underneath shadow undetected.  Only the sound of Speedy's rapid footfalls betray her existence.  Ceara's ears swivel as her head turns sharply, gunmetal gaze trained in the stranger's direction.

A small brown form breaks from between the foliage.  She blinks, eyes skimming over the girl's form as she introduces herself.  Not particularly, she quips, but a loose smile hangs on her lips.  She is too tired (emotionally, physically) to offer much more.

Say, are you a Blackthorn?  Both girls shared the same family characteristic, but it was a fairly common marking.  She wouldn't be surprised either way.