Firefly Glen it can change you

He spoke of his home, of others, of a search for new beginnings. How much like herself, she thought, lost on the wind; they, too, wanted more. Needed more. A place where their ancient roots could burrow deep for years to come.

Somewhere to belong.

How she wished she could offer him something other than her present self. Regardless, she remained silent, listening intently to what he chose to offer of himself.

“I do not know of old ways, or gods; you are lucky to have this. To have them. For wherever they are, you belong. I fear I don’t know much at all and have no one.” Her voice had softened, saddened. She did not want his pity, she only wanted to be seen. Too long has she felt like a ghost, wandering and haunting, clinging desperately to a life she didn’t even know herself.

But, she could build herself a new one, she knew that now.

How?