Firefly Glen Lard he comin'!

kigipigak! chickadee had to admit she hardly saw him these days. invited into the fold of brecheliant, he still appeared to spend a great deal of time outside the caldera.
ah, well. it was how things were.
"who were you on the island?" chickadee asked, her green eyes coming back to aiolos. just as well; look how many grandfathers they had even in the absence of the stoic alabaster man.