Firefly Glen [PHE] Iwn

she pressed her right to be here.

while the children's pretty governess occupied them, tavina strode up the small rise and approached the divine pair.

her stride was determined; her bow was low but brusque. "servants talk," was all she said to explain her apparent familiarity with the rumours swirling through two camps. "what is to be done?" the sesh asked, not daring to settle as she stood upon unsteady ground.