Firefly Glen As if the great divide could swallow me whole

My-cah, he parrots. The name was unfamiliar. He wondered if there was a translation in his native tongue. It seemed like something a mganga would know about. He grinned wildly as he saw the glitter fall onto his own shoulders.

He laughs at her joke. I hope so, he said. I want to see snow, Real snow, he thinks, not the flurries he had seen in early spring. Are you still with the, yaani... Firebirds, Bronco?