Firefly Glen it's planting seeds in a garden you never see

When triumphant voices rose from the lowlands, joined swiftly by those belonging to the mountain dwellers, Nyx did not chime in at once. She simply listened, still reeling from her whirlwind emotions and apparent inability to cope with change. Ignorant of her king's attempt to lay claim to the glen until then, the tawny Ostrega lifted her muzzle and cast her gaze skyward.

A bright star shot across the dark void as she did so, and she couldn't help but wonder if @Mahler had seen it too - all the way from his side of the wilds, from the place that was sure to have thrived without bearing the weight of her sorry existence. 

Nyx sighed, felt tears prick behind her eyelids as she closed them over, and steeled herself against another wave of emotion. Not wanting to dwell on the life she hoped she could've made in Sagtannet, Nyx inhaled deep to release her low song alongside those of her siblings, her daughters. It was a hopeful note, one tainted with sorrow, but present nonetheless.