Firefly Glen ^________________________^

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an anaa. sobeille heard this word before, struggling to remember. oh -- yura -- memories flashed to the surface as she recalled her last meeting with kukutux.

it be a profound dream to 'old. sobeille mused, finding rare kinship in pie. there were not many who held the same zealous interest in legacy sobeille did; legacy sprouted from children.

treepie's shift puzzled sobeille, but sobeille failed to catch the way treepie gazed down at her own body -- almost disparagingly. she was too busy thinking of yura and kukutux's last words and wishing they'd been different, entirely unaware of the poignancy of that line of thought.

was it dismay she felt when treepie inevitably pulled the metaphorical shades on their chance meeting? sobeille wrestled with this, offering a small smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. enjoy your walk 'ome. a thousand other things she should say in that moment died upon her lips.

compelled by something unnameable, sobeille paused to hear the heartfelt emotion in treepie's voice. good bye, treepie ostrega.

she would ponder this girl her entire walk home.