Golden Glade Little sorrows sit and weep

Penn Blackthorn, of course he was related to the Firebirds. After all he confirmed it himself; she remembered how Wraen told her of Blackthorns and Redhawks, of the more liberal agreement between Firebirds and the late Asterism Grove. Aneira thought perhaps the members of the Grove took refuge within the Firebirds ranks, and that’s why she was not able to find anyone she knew.
 
“I met your Sovereign,” she let the words out as she tried to get on her feet. Heavily breathing, she almost fell back to the ground, but in the end managed to sit. Azure gaze turned back to Penn, “Wraen,” maybe he was related to her to some extent? She then realized she hasn’t introduced herself. “I apologize, I am Aneira.”