Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

Morwenna’s gaze softened as she watched Anatolia drift, the sight stirring something deep and instinctual within her—a quiet, unyielding protectiveness that had always been a part of her. It was a rare peace, a sacred moment, to watch a young one find such easy comfort, and Morwenna felt the old aches and regrets ease, if only for a moment. How many times had she cradled her own, guiding them into sleep with a soft hum and a steady presence?

Lowering herself gently beside the young pup, she whispered, I’ll stay, her voice as soft as the winter wind over snow. This nurturing instinct had always been a part of her spirit, an ache and a joy both. There was beauty, she realized, in simply being here—knowing she could offer safety, a little warmth, and quiet in a world often too loud. She watched Anatolia’s eyes grow heavier, her own heart growing lighter, as if each breath of the child was a balm to her old wounds.

Rest for a while, little one. I’ll be right here when you wake. she murmured, her voice a soft vow. In the end, she knew, this was what mattered most: to stand guard over the dreams of the young, to shelter them from the world, if only for a while.

last post for mo?— i can put up a new one upon her awakening? up to you!