Firefly Glen [PHE] young & beautiful

for a time, sobeille did not understand why lotus laughed. it was not until she spoke again that the saltstrider parsed it was not at her expense.

still, she was irritated with herself. breezing past it, sobeille's gaze settled on the retinue below. i be sobeille. i'm from sapphique, on de coast.. next to a name like lotus, sobeille had no lasting gravitas. it did not conjure to mind the soft lull of a summer morning, verdant rings of green lily pads bobbing between the endless still of blackwater. nor did it summon the image of a perfectly formed pearly flower.

to her, it only reminded her she was named after a man that had been butchered by a bear. 'ow small?