Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

Her words were perhaps kinder than deserved—though he did take solace that the Creek had stood now for almost two years with he and Arric at the helm—having grown it from nothing and fighting off battle after battle.

He would have questioned her more—it was, after all, what he did at a visit to his borders. There was something about the woman he felt trustworthy though—and something she was not ready to divulge, just yet. The reason, perhaps for that brief glimpse of hesitance he had witnessed in her before.

“We could always use a diplomat,” he murmured, amusement hinted within his tones. Particularly now, if they were to mend their shattered alliance with Kvarsheim. “Join us when we return to the Creek… You can get a sense of how you feel about it, then,” he offered, gaze openly upon her—and slowly, he lifted himself to a stand, inhaling slowly and in length—once more, the bustle and noise barely flitting to him on the wind. He would need to return to it once more.

“You can stay with us at our assigned camp, if you want—or here. It’s up to you.”