Firefly Glen i wanna love somebody

He hadn't seemed to have noticed her, which suited Lyra just fine, yet she did wonder why he was so engaged with the stars. Almost as if he was lost deep in thought. She stared at his back, a thick slope of dark fur, and was briefly reminded of Cypress — the sad, mysterious boy whom she and Alya shared a crush on. The thought made her heart flutter and, even though she wanted desperately to slip into the obscurity of the dense foliage and disappear into the night, she hesitated.

She had been wrestling with her shyness and the fact that her sisters were out there, forming their own friendships and having adventures. She went along with them, of course, but was almost never alone. But she could make a friend. Someone other than Hydra and Alya. All she had to do was...

"Hi," came her voice suddenly, soft and shy but not entirely her own. Though she immediately regretted saying anything and ducked her head, feeling bad for disturbing the stranger. Torn between apologising and fleeing, Lyra made an awkward lurch back in the direction she had come from, hoping to slink away before he noticed she was there.