Firefly Glen [PHE] uĝayaasix̂

there was no wait! ur gucci!

sobeille didn’t hide the puff of her chest as her new pupil acknowledged how educated she was. of course she was knowledgeable — she came from sapphique.

not everyone carried the same proud blood for their maternal pack, though — sobeille was learning many did not fly their natal banners.

she tried to mentally repeat this girl’s name. like so many inland names, it was a jumble of consonants and syllables, lacking the fluidity of the ocean-tongue. but maybe, to nantahala, the same could be said of sobeille’s name.

maman be your — she groped around for the common equivalent; mother. de lady who takes care of you. the word seemed abrupt and contrived on her tongue. maman be your legacy, too.