Firefly Glen But she knew.

Fading!

Toad opened her mouth, but no words came out. She'd never met anyone quite like Miriam, who seemed to believe in her heart that all deserved this.. light she spoke of. Toad had never heard of anyone being born with light or dark. From the stories she told, it seemed in legends that people were either good or evil. Sometimes there was in between, but it was rare if not unheard of in such tales for anyone to change.

While Toad knew well that the fanciful tales she told were just that, she also felt like this "good versus evil" was strong in the life she had lived. Of course, the coffee-coated woman failed to see such complex characters in her own life, such as her father. Doing so would have been admitting the harm he had inflicted while still being "good."

Of course, uh, thank you for chatting with me, she said awkwardly, still puzzled by the grey other. She gave a slow nod of her head and a brief, troubled smile. Then, they each went their separate ways. Toad went on patrolling, and Miriam melted back into Neverwinter.

Toad wondered if she would see her again.