Firefly Glen [PHE] galvorn

The boys were escorted with their father—Nasima was to assist Toula and the girls—to keep an eye on—

—a blur of beautiful cream and ivory and Nasima felt her heart sink as she caught the tail end of Neith romping away. It would seem even royal princes and princesses had the ability to be scamps, and she shook her head in bewildered amusement and concern as she whispered to the other fellahin that she needed to go.

Only when she caught up did she see the girl launch herself to the arms of a dark wolf—her enthusiasm at the reunion giving Nasima a moment to pause and slow her pace—now almost unwilling to interrupt.

The other woman leaned down—enthralled with the girl, how could she not be?—and Nasima began to shimmy closer, a small smile placed on her lips—feeling the role of an intruder than a governess. “Hello,” she spoke, her eyes ranging from Neith to study Tavina.