Firefly Glen mapturuk ⤟

a lake.

pain and rage grappled with one another deep in her belly. "rodyn, will you find this place of water with nantahala? i must rest, willow-girl," she said, pretending to roll her eyes at the nature of aging.

it was not a lie. energies had rushed from her body at the mention of this lake. she remembered another, its lap, its taste. no. she could not go on.

an encouraging look veiled her thoughts; she would wait here for a time.