Firefly Glen Through and thorough

ajei spoke, but each word had a purpose. akmaaksi listened with her usual detailed care.

alaric. twelve fish! rosemary. sage. rosehip. yarrow.

the scents curled pleasantly together in her nostrils.

ajei enjoyed her work, another similarity. she gave a tiny movement of her tail in recognition of the praise, though she focused on the older girl again. 

following ajei from place to place, she emulated what she saw, seeing slowly how a distinct sense of beauty was emerging in each camp.