It was a balmy night. Cethleann left the forest at her heel, listening to the gentle buzz of cicadas. She’d finally caught up with Simone a few days before, allowing the other woman to blaze a trail ahead of them happily.
She was taking her time to look at cool bugs anyway. And, like an orbiting comet, they’d always find themselves together again. It was how they worked.
Cethleann hummed a little song to herself as she walked, head tilted back to eye the stars twinkling high above her. A speck of light from in front of her would catch her attention in the end, and she gasped.
A group of them, lazily drifting in the summer breeze. She had unwittingly walked into an entire swarm, the area around her wrapped in a gentle glow. She raised up a paw to one of the little bugs, delight surging through her when it landed on her without any other prompting.
She was taking her time to look at cool bugs anyway. And, like an orbiting comet, they’d always find themselves together again. It was how they worked.
Cethleann hummed a little song to herself as she walked, head tilted back to eye the stars twinkling high above her. A speck of light from in front of her would catch her attention in the end, and she gasped.
Fireflies!
A group of them, lazily drifting in the summer breeze. She had unwittingly walked into an entire swarm, the area around her wrapped in a gentle glow. She raised up a paw to one of the little bugs, delight surging through her when it landed on her without any other prompting.
Moy stopped at a shallow, moonlit stream and dipped her snout for a drink. The stars twinkled above her head with barely a wispy, blue-black cloud in the sky to obscure them. She had never been much of a stargazer, but they kept her company on long nights spent traveling — nights like tonight, when she willed her strides to be long and her paws enduring.
Moy thought to rest when her ears swiveled in the direction of a familiar voice. Sweet Cethleann! And not just her but a procession of fireflies, their glowing rears shining in the distance.
”Sister!” Moy bounded through the buglit meadow until she reached Cethleann’s side, stopping just short of tackling her in excitement. ”Sister, sister, sister,” Moy crooned, moving to nuzzle the smaller woman’s cheek. ”I missed you! Where are the others? I haven’t heard a note on the wind in days.”
Moy had hugged the mountain foothills after Eshe’s call, climbing their heights for only a short distance before reaching a beautiful, berry-filled, flat meadow on the other side. She’d barely eaten a bush’s worth before homesickness forced her paws, trekking onward through gnarled forest, open grassland, and even a rushing river to find her way to Cethleann’s side.
Moy thought to rest when her ears swiveled in the direction of a familiar voice. Sweet Cethleann! And not just her but a procession of fireflies, their glowing rears shining in the distance.
”Sister!” Moy bounded through the buglit meadow until she reached Cethleann’s side, stopping just short of tackling her in excitement. ”Sister, sister, sister,” Moy crooned, moving to nuzzle the smaller woman’s cheek. ”I missed you! Where are the others? I haven’t heard a note on the wind in days.”
Moy had hugged the mountain foothills after Eshe’s call, climbing their heights for only a short distance before reaching a beautiful, berry-filled, flat meadow on the other side. She’d barely eaten a bush’s worth before homesickness forced her paws, trekking onward through gnarled forest, open grassland, and even a rushing river to find her way to Cethleann’s side.
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