Firefly Glen [PHE] winding grove

she is everything that is good, callyope thought.

this woman, mother, sister. she radiated with her gold colors and it felt like any fear she might have had of a royal bled away. she is sharing dreams and callyope understood that these were dreams any mother of a village might hold for her children.

her cheeks warmed and her eyes dared to wet with emotion. something quickly blinked away!

oh! it is, well, it is meant to be humble. a place of hunting and song. trading too, but the hunting must be good for the trading to happen, no? there is some warm humor in her words. it was the wish of my sister, but now it is mine to carry.

and it is no burden to do so.