Firefly Glen [PHE] snow raven

it was good.

the company and song warmed her, she attempted to join in where she could. yet she was content to leave much of the song up to the snow raven.

hail? her?

cheeks flushed for a moment. that place was very, very far and she imagined that to her it now fit its name. a lost forest. she did not think she could return even if she tried her hardest.

nomad. she said and found the word was more tasteful than any other title she could have given herself. you? so many here. an inkling of self-conscious thinking in her mind.