Firefly Glen [PHE] the type that makes me feel old

akavir held sobeille.

kukutux came upon the scene of chaos and of blood with a hard look in her eyes. already etienne worked; she softened to that.

three injured girls.

rodyn was there and moved in swiftness to offer the swiftcurrent healer strength as they moved to ensure mae lived.

it had been an attack, one wielded by the fire-woman of sapphique against the daughter of akavir, and kukutux could only think that bitterness had burnt to resentment here.

it was over cygnet she moved now. "we will bring mae to moonglow when she is awake. this swan-girl, she will go home with you to your creek village," kukutux decided for akavir, raising up and coming close to sobeille.

the shard of stone in her gaze remained. "you have disturbed a place of peace. we have shared words. you did not come to me." even as she spoke, kukutux reached out, glancing to the swiftcurrent man as she did so. sobeille too must be given healing; it was her quiet demand, peace restoring even as she looked deep into the eyes of the sea-girl with surprise and dismay.

in silence she meant to work beside her law-son and etienne until these three were made somewhat stronger. 

"why have you done this?" only one question uttered before another span of wordlessness, to wrap wounds and glower in grandmotherly fashion.

at last kukutux stood tall.

"i do not want this fight here, in the lands of the sunshine people," the duck declared. "sapphique will also take home their daughter."

her words were not harsh, but rang with finality. 

a second meeting would be made by herself with each group; kukutux would ensure that medicine was given to all, to each, and that sapphique was assured this fight had only been with sobeille.