Firefly Glen vuulnax ❦

ripples cut across the surface of the pool as the stranger entered. soon not to be. "toad." the word was round and clung to the underside of her tongue. "amelia." this was lighter, a profusion of fresh flowers. "i like this name." she looked with new eyes at the woman, who seemed to glow with an amber kindness.

"you are a collector of stories?" she asked then, thinking of osiris and his aspirations toward such. "i do not have the mind for it," kukutux added, a bit self-deprecatingly. she enjoyed the tales, but could not carry them. her heart was made for green things. like perhaps toad amelia had a heart inclined toward words.

sister. hydra and lyra and alya were her sisters now, she supposed, though the duck ached still for the severed bond of what the falling rocks had taken. an aunt for her babes, blood-tied and beloved. "your sister, she is here?" she went on, blinking down toward the glimmering water.