Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

The young girl seemed interested in Morwenna. With her crooning head and big, green eyes, Morwenna was struck with a maternal pulse— she felt needed. Her breath would catch in her throat when the youngling placed the bone she'd been chewing between her legs and come closer.

She took a moment to speak, and Morwenna would give her all the time in the world. Patience was a virtue she'd come to embrace, especially with children.

right now, should've alarmed the dame. It did. Morwenna glanced up, around, and behind her but saw, nor smelled, anyone close by. She was curious about her situation.

With her freckled green eyes glimmering beneath the dapples of sunlight, Morwenna cooed softly; It appears so, yes. A hint of melancholy followed her, and didn't evade her expressions.

Where are your parents, little one? You shouldn't be out here alone.