Firefly Glen mapturuk ⤟

kukuktux was warmed by nantahala's anticipation of the gathering; it reminded her of the days in which her sunshine village had waited with bated breath, waited to receive the news of where they would all gather that short summer.

twin-moons, three-moons of planning must be undertaken to ensure a single village found its way to the meeting-place. women's circles, hunt-dances, trading, feasting, and always, always the young men and the young women discovering one another in mossy beds amid the welcoming forest.

it was how new bonds might be made and forged, new companionships, new alliances, new marriages.

and to have this now all, so close!

"look for where all may drink fresh water. and we will count also the wide places of short-grass where many may gather for a feast."

rodyn was given an affectionate look now.