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

i'd think it will be a choice when i see them.

for some reason the image of kukutux's wearied face rose in sobeille's vision, the ghost of a phrase ringing in her ears: it pleases me to see your face;

would she think such a thing as she held the first of her babes to the light and marveled at their first breath, their curling paws, the squall of their tiny, angry bodies?

aye. sometimes i be t'inkin' you don' know til you see it. but already sobeille knew one thing. i will be namin' dem after those who went before. her gaze slid to ajei, thinking of the girl's mother and the profound loss she'd experienced so young.