Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

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Morwenna hadn't heard him. The noise in her head rang loudly as her reflection stared back at her. It was futile how hard she attempted to right her wrongs, they seemed to find her again, again, and again. Needless to say, she was tired. Exhausted from the breaches of her mind, and longed for a purpose to drive her mad.

A short gasp left her throat as she was caught with her guard down. She swatted the water to muddle the clear reflection she saw, and spun from her seated position.

Across from her was a male bigger than herself. Older, by assumption, given the notable scars dappled along his body. Namely the slash across his face.  I... she breathed, alarmed but calmed by his disposition. Yes, it seems that way.

He seemed stressed. Troubled. Morwenna didn't mind the company— nor the welcome of death. Whatever he chose, she'd certainly welcome it. Sit, if you wish. I do not own this stream. And could use company, but the words were held by her tongue.