Firefly Glen Return service requested.

Not a chance, unless someone wanted a poet who only had the worst sort of poems to share. It wasn’t exactly inspiring content.

She couldn’t relate to feeling crowded, but she could sympathize with feeling out of place or like home no longer fit. She’d tried to hard to make the caldera work, the Emberwood happen, and then Mereo into something more permanent and suited to a family. She was done.

Towhee’s outburst startled her, but she wasn’t upset. I don’t know if it gets better anymore. I don’t think it does. Maybe the trick was just settling for what you could get and ignoring the bullshit that bothered you. At least that way nothing was disappointing.