Firefly Glen [PHE] i’ll give you bonafide loving

Sobeille. The girl was straightforward with her introduction. Mae, who had been bristling all the way up until the words were spoken, settled somewhat. There was nothing patronizing in her tone, nothing confrontational. Yet.

Still; salt wolves, that was what her sister had said. Mae still remembered vividly the story Arric had told her. She hadn't understood then.

Now she thought she might — but there was no way of knowing that these were the same sea wolves. So she only cast a grim look toward Cygnet, a look that said be ready for trouble, and turned back toward the girl's dark shape.

Mae. My sister is Cygnet, A slight gesture toward the pale yearling at her side accompanied the words, but the near-sightless silver eyes remained fixed on the stranger.