Firefly Glen morgunsól

trust did not come easy, that naivety did often get the best of her. she could feel his gaze wash over her like she was a child. so she lifted her head, mighty and proud.

Help everyone needs. No fight leave without scars.

she maintained her hazel eyes on him. hunger was a feeling familiar to her, hours spent ignoring it to traverse the forest in search of herbs or stay by the side of a birthing. her lanky frame was a testament to this which made it easy for her ignore what was no doubt a much needed meal in the dead of winter.

so instead she sat down, chest puffed out. she was woman, not a child.