Firefly Glen [PHE] and you're just in reach

the man who greeted her was a pillar of snow. tall and strong. pale as winter and marked by time in odd ways. for a moment her tail had gone between her ankles.

only for fear to be forgotten when he displayed a rich fat she had never smelled before. followed by a dry meat. she had not realized that maybe she had been correct in how to trade.

i am petal and this is camp kvarsheim. she had been very careful to not call it her village. i have gathered up plants along the walk from the far valley to here, if you have a healer or gardener. there are bones too. she felt oh-so-very grown up in this moment. it inspired a small sense of pride within her.

the fatty meat inspired a bit of sly behavior too. the shine of a survivalist in her determined gaze.

if i do not have what you want, i promise i can find it.