Firefly Glen [PHE] Desert senna

As soon as her momma and daddy left, the camps lost their luster. The princess no longer wished to explore as once she had. The hunt felt more like an interim purgatory than the vibrant celebration she had imagined.

Neith pads through rows and rows of strangers, the bit of seaglass tucked between her teeth until coming upon a little clearing in the woods, an ideal place to plunk down on the ground and snuffle out the flame of her worry.

The mostly prayerless journey has kept her long dammed. The amiirad focuses on the feeling of smooth stone under paw, and closes her eyes.