Firefly Glen nâmmakik ⚵

the telling of it poured from toad amelia. kukutux was happy to listen, pleased with her friend's continual elated nature. atlas, and not antares then. she was relieved to hear it, for antares had not seemed ready to think upon the future. atlas, then, to be the first. or was it osiris? she must inquire about it herself from him.

a man without manners, called holland, who knew the art of healing. the duck smothered her scoff; men could no more know the proper herbal remedies than she could lead the long hunt upon the ice. a shaman knew a different sort of medicine, but she doubted this was the meaning that toad amelia meant to give.

"it is good to discover new kinship ties," kukutux said softly, ears cupping forward at the mention of phox. "that is a striking thing to find," the duck chuffed in a laugh, sitting back upon her her haunches. "you have much happiness in you. your eyes hold it. this is a wonderful sight for me." 

and now, could she ask her delighted companion away from the glen that seemed to offer so much?