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

[table width=80%][tr][td]His eyes never left the buzzing thing - not as it went in circles and not when it stopped to hover or land on the grass for a moment. He lost track of time and reality, wanting the beauty of the moment to never be lost while knowing the sun would rise once again to make the dancing lights flicker and die out. It was here his romantic thoughts could run wild and blossomed under the shine of the moon above him - illuminating the grass and giving his tawny cute a blue-ish shine he had never seen before. He looked at his mane, shifting the different softer shades by moving his body to the rhythm of his own heart-beat when something quite extraordinary happened.

The fluttering creature landed on the bridge of his bulky nose - cross-eyed did he look at it with brows raised in surprise and wonder. It flew off faster than he had wanted, making him turn his head when the collision was already on her way. Faintly he could notice her small frame, running into him as if he were a sturdy tree which resulted in yet another moment of silent wonder and surprise. The girl landed on the ground, making Vassago worry about her maybe crushing a bug, before she scampered up and retreated almost shyly. D-uhhh uhh... He tried to speak when he was interrupted by the seemingly glowing raven.

M-my eyes? What about... them? She didn't finish her sentence and Vassago was still a boy at heart - a sucker at conversations with above-average looking girls and a phobia for saying anything even remotely smart or flirty.[/td][/tr][/table]