Firefly Glen [PHE] galvorn

it was certainly a bustling place, and tavina longed for the calm serenity of a desert night. voices vied and many scents assailed nostrils already bursting with the interminable herbs. "the most important mortal," she repeated aloud, hearing both toula and rashepses in that.

but before any other dry commentary might her mind manage, princess neith startled her first with talk of matchmaking, then with mention of a —

"oh, my dear, dear girl," tavina laughed a bit in shock, deeply amused despite her surprise. pausing to give her charge a long look, her lips pursed but her eyes danced. "what would i do with a husband? i prefer the love of women."

now then! enough of it was said in her stories of the gods that maybe neith would not be caught off-guard. "let's go and see her, but not for a husband."