Firefly Glen [PHE] Desert senna

She puts a muzzle out only to retreat sharply as the scent of brine wafts in the air.

“What is that? Sea?” She asks, summoning every grace not to cover her nose, but the unpleasantness inevitably seeps into her expression. She scrunches her brows, finding it rather unbecoming that Lafayette would refuse a bath when there were so many important kingdoms around to meet.

“We’re from the Mesa,” the princess declares proudly, without a realization that Akashingo was foreign to many distant cultures.

But in the next moment her face drops. Neith had believed all of life would be like one long and perfect summer day, and for the first time her ideals were at odds with reality.

“I miss home, too. My mommy and daddy left us here,” the amiirad's red eyes didn’t dare glance up. If she was being honest, it was hard not to feel forgotten about.