Firefly Glen ours

It was not that she did not desire him in the upper echelons of Moonspear society. In fact, she did—and there he would find himself. For what he would build would be of Moonspear, through and through. It had always been recognized as such by their ilk, but for those that would snort and stomp with pomp and ignore it... well, she would not have it be disputed anymore. More than that, she wanted no spies or their like skulking around. Now seemed as good a time as any for this. 

He was pleased by this, unlike the smallminded Arcturus. This, to her, was loyalty and the sort that she could trust. Who better than her own son to helm the first of what was to come? Her gaze was proud upon him, and she, for once, did not hide it. Her boy, becoming a man. 

Here, and now, she drawled. Gesturing toward the Glen, she hummed, this has always been ours. And soon, you will see it so in more than the ways that we have. Who would you like to join you on this venture, from Moonspear? I would not have you go at this alone, she hummed, tail swaying behind her. First the semantics of it, and then, the lesson could truly begin.