Firefly Glen homecoming

There were more than a few. The men who had answered the call for brides each had their appeal. It seemed as though it was up to the women to decide which of them fit their needs. The white hunter thought it was a suitable thing. He did not know his reason for answering. Curiosity, maybe…

Sialuk asked him if his gaze was drawn by more than her.

Kannoyak fixed his plum stare upon her face. This one is only curious. The white hunter’s eye is drawn by racing prey.

The sharpness of her eyes was enough to hold him. The dance she had shared had been pleasant, alluring. She held herself in a way that would make any man proud to call her wife. Kannoyak did not imagine that she would struggle to find a suitable man among those who had gathered.

All who have gathered are beautiful, in their ways. The men and women alike.