Firefly Glen [PHE] galvorn

“Ohh I see, so you have a trainee in Muat-riya,” the amiirad concludes, little head wrenching to listen for the same howls. The sound hung over the campsite like flags of colorful celebration. “They must be important, then,” she continues, bustling through the crowd. She stops short at a Moontide vendor and lifts an unusual seas-stone to admire it more closely.

“Satakh is quite fond of plants, too, you know,” the girl fibs, devilish mischief putting a sparkle in her eye. The firstborn daughter decided then and there that plants were much too tame for her. She wanted to engage with the same activities that were encouraged of her brothers. The rock replaced, she glanced at the doctor amusedly–

and was neither too young, nor too foolish to recognize the shades of gray weariness.

“Tavina?”