Firefly Glen [PHE] Strides

“He was pulled off the fringes of our Summer palace, apparently making unspeakable advances towards a girl child,” the king of Akashingo answered Sunman bluntly. He met his wife’s shoulder with a sidelong graze, a reassured press.

“They are renegades. Unkempt. They speak little of the common language, or none at all. They tote a green substance we have yet to identify, presumed to be poison. They are a danger to all, and we mean to eliminate them, but without knowing the strength and size of their numbers, Akashingo and Muat-riya’s forces combined cannot be certain of success,” and here Semer-wati’s lips tightened, for the admission alone felt like an aching failure on the part of the king to keep his kingdoms safe. But when his divine eyes traveled between the moontribe faces they were strong; unflinching. He turned to address Moonglow’s lady in white.

“No. This is a call for all soldiers in attendance who would deliver the hand of justice. Will you run with us? Take the hunt into the lowlands? Show these repulsive ingrates what happens to those who dare to maim our children and disrupt our peace?”