Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

She liked the way he said her name, with his accent giving it a very yummy inflection. Isleña allowed herself to revel in the sound, saying nothing, as he practice her moniker and gave her the attention she so missed from her Luk family. Isleña! Isleña! they all had once said. Now there was no one to speak her name, and it felt good for it to finally happen.

Then, simple, easy words — for that, she was appreciative. The girl opened her mouth and laughed, a cheerful sound. She knew what this was; it was a game! Her seafoam-hued eyes danced as turned her head to fully look a him. Then she turned forward, watching the path to god-knows-where disappear beneath their feet, and muttered “ummm…”

“Montans, Mahler,” she repeated, adding on the only other 2 syllable m-word that she knew: “Mother,” she tacked on slyly, not knowing what a silly addition that really was. Watch him top that!