Firefly Glen [PHE] kimmiurat ⧤

"are you wicked, akavir?" moonwoman asked with a graceful curve to her lips. her knowing eyes saw his tiredness and unsurety; had she not felt those many things so often in her time as anaa and now grandmother?

often children did not see what they must until they had more age. mae was angry now, cygnet as well. they had been goaded and rose to it.

but they would learn.

quietly she fell into step beside him. "come. we will see the many fireflies before our paths march apart." seeing such beauty might well soothe them both.