Firefly Glen Shadows in my mind

She had a point, more of one than Jasmine really cared to admit. The child set her jaw. "I said I'm not lost," she insisted, then, "I meant to come here." As almost to convince herself this time. Because she had. Kind of.

But despite her own petulance, Jasmine saw the cloud lady's voice as laced with believable things. Like purple fire, if fire could ever be that colour. A warm kindling of sorts, with that potential to fan into something grander. Tame, credited only to the one who tamed it.

"I've never even seen a bear," she said matter of factly, like that somehow mattered, "how do I know you won't snatch me up first?" That, she felt, was a very valid question, and Jasmine felt proud of herself for thinking of such a rebuttal.