Firefly Glen Sayin' "who are you and where are you from?"

[table width=80%][tr][td]Brother had gone. Brother had gone without telling anyone; had simply wandered off with nothing to say and nothing to apologize for. Vassago had been waiting for him to return, but it soon became apparent that no matter how long he waited, Pyro would not return. Vassago was his big brother and felt destined to protect him; he was so fragile, unlike the rest of their family. What if he had gotten hurt? The young Rochester would never forgive himself for it. And so, the little hunter began his own journey; a search for his brother and for his own identity. While he felt bad for leaving their stressed mother and clearly old and weak father, his brother went above all else.

The docked young man left with the moon by his side; he knew mother never stayed up long to watch the stars and that this was the only moment he could escape. He made sure to drag his large body through many rivers and creeks to unable BAF to find or follow him and went on in a determined trot.

It was not after long that something felt oddly entrancing; a tingling in his underbelly and a light shining brightly before him. He had never seen the glowing creatures before, and yet now he was face to face with one of them he was barely caught off-guard. He smiled, however briefly, and started following it through the dampness of the evening or of the place itself (how would he know?). He wandered and wandered, free for all to see and in clear view for the little girl of the night.[/td][/tr][/table]