Firefly Glen playing your final march

further disappointment hangs heavy in kivaluk's chest at her words; fighting the gutted feeling that lingers somewhere near his heart.

he has to stop himself from sinking into the train wreck of his thoughts: that maybe if he'd paid more attention to her, maybe, maybe maybe —

maybe, he thinks, it wouldn't have changed anything.

her name is galana. and she is all i had left of my mother...; but those words he does not say. they hang unspoken like a spiders web weighed heavy by dew.

yeah, kivaluk answers to her next question. i'm kivaluk. she hadn't asked for his name, but he hopes that if she would happen to come across his sister she could pass along that he was looking for her, that he was worried about her. scared for her, even.