Firefly Glen Cry little sister, (thou shall not fall)

Sialuk felt the hardness she had shown him, and she softened. You could not know, she said, her voice no free of the sharp tone she had taken moments ago. With so many around vying for her attention (and she for theirs), her spirit had been afire with emotion.

I give it freely to you, she said, feeling herself cool. Next time, she warned, ask a woman before taking. You are smart, Alaric, but you need learn many things still. The raindrop let it rest there, moving on to more pleasant conversation.

Did you search more for your sister, Amalia?