Firefly Glen in shape no bigger than an agate stone

Megara nods, understanding him completely. Through various stints of infiltration, she has had to feign loyalty to those not of her blood. It is difficult—sometimes near impossible. If she hadn't needed to, she wouldn't have done it. She admires her grandson's faithfulness to a family he can barely remember.

I will go, for a time, she says, voice soft with contemplation. Though I want us all together as soon as possible. Melonii may wander, but they always come back to each other. She blinks at the young man, thinking of the extraordinary circumstances that had brought them together once more. Gods, how different he is from the boy he had been!

I will go soon, but tell me first about your life here, Megara insists. I want to hear more of your story.

fade this out?