Firefly Glen one of us cannot be wrong

@Ambrosia

 

 
The inky youth was growing fond of the glen and the flickering lights who acted as guardians over her small frame. Lucy knew that she could not keep herself there for long – that she would need to find a new home before they came searching for her again. The fear that fueled her was almost feral, but she knew that she could not excuse it and call it instinct. She was just frightful and she did not have the strength to face her fears. That made her ill. She was truly turning to the shadows. As long as she maintained control over her life and her destination, she felt as though she would be able to endure anything that came her way.  
 
Slinking out of the makeshift den she had crafted, Lucy peered up through the trees toward the sky. Clouds flitted overhead with a blueish pink background. The sun would be setting soon, and that meant that the fireflies would emerge. A pleasant beat struck her heart, and the young girl wondered faintly if Cypress would visit her in the glen, or if he was too disappointed in her. Only time would tell, she supposed.