Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

Kinusi had often sung about silly things. The food she was eating. A flower she had seen. Just little everyday things. Sometimes she merely hummed snatches of melodies with no words.

Kinusi was young, but she had had many talks with her father. She knew what could be offered in trade. A song, a dance, food, pelts. A warm body. Her father did this, offered his body to those in want of it. But it was not distasteful she didn't think. And she had wondered briefly if she was older if she would trade her body too. But she did not think on it long. Not yet. That was the future perhaps or just a story. Yet to be determined.


She titled an ear. That's okay I'll sing whenever you want.

She smiled at the mention of moontide. She knew them. They are good there. Rodyn is fair and kind. They are mostly hunters and traders there by the sea. All the children that I have seen are fun and nice. Too quiet for my tastes.