Firefly Glen [wp] i'm not ready to die

perhaps souls, like connective tissue in the body, spent their lives seeking bonds. perhaps in a life before, or a life after, their souls ran together like a great river through the course of time.

sobeille felt sad thinking of this, and hid it behind the bright flit of her gaze. ajei had lost her mother early on; it would show in every loving gesture she paid her children, to know they would never taste such bitter sorrow.

t’ink of it, ajei! she grinned, feeling the mournfulness edge away. the pitter of deir feet, de playdates. deir lives will be better wit auntie ajei in it. i been t’inking of names, but i also t’ink i won’t know until i see deir little faces. and you?