Firefly Glen [PHE] a kiss with a fist

a step, her voice raised to still him; "a mother figure. a father figure. what a child needs is no figure at all. a mother. a father. no matter what she thinks." tavina did not approach; she regarded the strong form of the man eset had chosen and felt this hurting clench inside herself ease somewhat. "to belong but not quite belong; it does something to them." a breath.

"there. some unsolicited advice from a woman who's had no children. but i've raised my share all the same." she readjusted the bag. "i'll visit." when and with whom and for what reason: to be determined. "you might do the same for the muat-riyan camp." that akavir should meet the royals once more went unsaid. 

but eset had known who he was, surely. nothing the hebsut did was without reason, and it hurt more for this truth. tavina hated the sucking gale of her sorrow. she had no right to be upset, to cling to the remaining edges of some dream. swiftcurrent played some part in the future of the lotus palace. the sesh would not interfere.

two backward steps; if he did not speak then she would turn and they would part ways this time.