Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

her name.

her name. she knew that, didn't she? her mother had given it to her and now she clutched it tightly. anatolia, she mewled as she lowered herself down onto her own stomach now too.

she rolled the bone to sit in between the two of them now.

wordlessly, she attempted to show the 'toy' off. she ran her nose over the grooves that her and her silent friend had made together. she had not yet fully understood why it felt so much more important than a simple toy. only that she must have it with her always, that the marks upon it meant something old and soothing to the child.

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