Firefly Glen tigugaa

springtime, in the place between winter and spring, when the sun had returned and the flowers had pressed their heads up through the snow.

you cannot stop her. she has made her choice. accept it, anaa.

lynx's voice echoed and then was gone.

moonwoman melted into the treeline which surrounded the glen and stepped into the land beyond, taking a circuitous route back toward moonglow. if kigipigak called out, she would stop, but unless this happened, she would only return home.