Firefly Glen [phe] ageless

She blinked and sat back on her haunches once she had risen, ears flitting back in an apology that mirrored the expression on the regal woman’s face. By her scent, Chacal discerned that she must be from Akashingo- the wealthy kingdom, it seemed. Was this perhaps the wife of the man who had offered to shower her with gifts? By her voice, she might has well have been divine, and worthy of them.

Chacal would not send her away, not if it meant she would lose the thread of melody the woman had woven. To tempt it from her again she tapped the ground with her foot, beckoning- and repeated in a soft hum the last line she had heard before she had opened her eyes.