Firefly Glen [PHE] uĝayaasix̂

sobeille would have no problem telling someone at length the impressive stock she hailed from -- but she paused as her companion shook her head.

she did not know firemother?

a purse of her lips. she had spent much time with the moonwolves. she had stayed in kukutux's camp, living close to sialuk -- and she wondered now if kukutux's story had been a lesson she'd failed to grasp.

perhaps this daughter of the moontribe did not need such lessons. perhaps she was perfectly normal.

your grandmere be de one dat told me about de firemot'er. perhaps you be askin' her, den. she flicked at a pebble, regaining the slip of her composure. i be from a long line of sea pirates and warrioresses. dey traveled de coast and raided, and dey fought a great war out by de soun'. against de cliff wolves. her eyes grew wistful recounting the imagined violence.

dey won and dey took dere lan' and chased dem out. now we be livin' in dere halls. pride in sobeille's voice then, for she knew no greater violence. nothing said 'war was won' like a victor assimilating the conquest's city, erasing the founder's culture for their own; sleeping with their wives and raising their own children in the hearth of an empire that now only existed in the memory of the dead.

such a thing tasted very sweet to sobeille.