"My father," Talauia started haltingly. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, unable to meet the gazes of the people around her but in truth, as she sat there holding a cup of chilled sweet tea, her gaze was lost in the distant past.
"My father was the High Lord of the Endless Marsh. It's not really endless," she added as though it were an old reflex when describing her home. "It's just really, really big. It wasn't just the Glimmerwing Clan there either. The Scaled Clan, the Ancient Clan, even the Night Weaver and Mist Wraith clans lived there."
"But the Glimmerwing Clan was always at the top," she said in a tone that blended pride and deep sorrow. "All the way back in my great-great-grandfather's time, the family rules were to keep the peace by eliminating threats as soon as they became obvious."
