Firefly Glen (PHE) The ballad of the witches’ road.

perhaps sensing the unsaid questions, towhee spoke. and this she did not understand; why had no one stayed behind to help the mother? this curiosity would be never-ending; kukutux quelled its demand and stepped back. "i welcome you, bushtit," she said formally to the little child.

"that way is the camp of the sun mote," she murmured, gesturing to the curve of moonspear's foothilled region. "if there are things you wish to see, towhee, there are many, many who help the moonglow healers. rest there; sleep and know there are many eyes to watch."

perhaps she could understand not wishing to be alone at such a time. their path would be slow and when they had come to this place, kukutux would call for juniper tea and soft meat to be brought.