Blackfeather Woods story of the night

Lusa, like her, was fascinated by the wisps that lit up the quiet swamp. There was a mystique to them that could not be denied, everyone knew that. Their dancing was strange, unworldly, but so intriguing. "They are, truly." She said, admiring one of the wisps that floated by. "Do you know any stories about them?" The wisps were subject to many a story, she knew. She wondered what new stories Lusa could bring.