Firefly Glen Sweet Little Sister

Amalia had traveled, perhaps not as much as her brother, but she had done so. She had met wolves of all kinds. Some simple some not, and their sister was simple in the absolute definition of it and she had spent hours with her looking at the flowers in a field. It was nothing to her and she saw no shame in it either.

She pouted softly. Then we will have to change this. You and me are jumping in fallen leaves come Autumn. yes? She smiled up at him a pleading look in her eyes. She would enjoy this game.

And we will swim this summer, because i bet you've never swam either have you? When it's hot and the very trees are sweating. It's otherwordly to just lay and let the water buoy you while the summer noises are loud and raucous. And sometimes if you're lucky the wind blows just right and you can hear your ancestors speak.