Firefly Glen petals so pretty, roots too strong

morwenna encouraged her.

"it was most appropriate to return her."

her ears swept out like a guilty dog. for all intents and purposes, she certainly felt like at least a stray one. anatolia only had eyes for her oversized paws now. refused to look at any face that had gathered.

the question of her brother felt like someone sucked air out of her lungs.

if no one knew...then what?

i thought — her voiced croaked and her gaze traveled around. granted it looked at no one in particular. maybe he was...was with you. i haven't...seen him. guilt that gnawed up her insides, her cheeks burned with a fire so hot she was convinced the sun had returned from hiding.

whatever confidence and courage she had built up during the great hunt seemed to be suddenly crumbling.

for a moment, she looked back towards morwenna. as if somehow she might know her brother, might know where he had gone to.