Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

There was a sigh of relief that left Morwenna when the girl told her name. 

Anatolia, Morwenna smiled, letting the syllables roll off her own foreign tongue. A beautiful name, yes. She watched the child move the bone in between both of them. Morwenna reached her foot out to graze the small object, only letting a singular toe caress before pulling it back. 

Yes... she said mindlessly, thinking of her own children— blessed their hearts, they're with the Gods now. I made one for my own children, once. She spoke quietly, solemnly, as Anatolia continued to rustle with the bone structure.