Firefly Glen fi fies

He never played such imaginative games before. The gloom of the Woods seemingly seeped into them. They wrestled when they played, with sharp teeth and claws. Their stories were of death and darkness rather than sing-song br. But in the end they were all told lies of the world weren't they? Either eternally good, eternally blessing beings or eternally evil, eternally malicious. Such inane games as these boys played were beyond him, but he couldn't help but watch as they say in the effort of getting the fireflies to land on them. He muffled a giggle at the sight, but not well enough. He was spotted.

He didn't look disgusted with himself, or annoyed. He simply chuckled and said: Hey yourself, a lazy smile crossing his face.