Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

she looked around with her own greening eyes. a blink, a glimmering of the first flash of confusion. where was her mother? brother?

anatolia had never considered herself alone until — until it had been said. then suddenly it felt like the world had opened up beneath her. she wanted her bone carving friend, she wanted the boy from the sea. she wanted anything familiar to use as a balm for this sudden new feeling.

bad feeling.

she had not realized that she'd become deathly silent and that time continued to gently tick on after such a question.

um — she tried to speak. an attempt to say anything other than the word this kind woman had said. her features morphed into a physical display of the rising panic she had begun to swim through.