Firefly Glen i wanna love somebody

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She slipped out under the cover of night, too restless for sleep. She felt like she had fell partially into Alya's persona with her love of scouting and exploring, and so allowed herself to be consumed by it. Lyra's fear lay in the back of her mind as always however, ready to flare up at the drop of a hat, but for now, she trekked boldly from the safety and familiarity of her home. She knew her other halves and the rest of her family were within a howl's distance, anyway.

With quiet, gentle steps, she made her way through the glen she had stumbled upon, admiring the way the fireflies were just now beginning to light up the night. The stars above still shone more brightly, however, the moon also lending its vibrance and casting an eerie yet beautiful glow upon the territory.

Lyra was about to sit and soak in the atmosphere before her eye caught a dark figure. He sat so still, she almost mistook him for a tree stump before she picked out his scent — an earthy, wild smell that struck her curiousity. Intrigued, she stared, watching him simply stare up at the sky. She was wary though and, taking advantage of the fact he had his back turned to her, Lyra gingerly continued making her way towards the thicket.