Firefly Glen up all night, you wore your falling heart

She finds herself restless, as she does most nights, and she can feel her energy waning through each day. When it is her turn to sleep while another watches, she struggles to stay asleep for more than a few minutes at a time before mind decides to run another marathon. When Eske had been out with the others, she held hope and did her best to relax, to prepare, for this moment. Her illness is only a few weeks behind her and it has taken work to get her stamina back and she feels up to par most of the time but the creeping feeling of regression has taken its toll in the meantime. Her eyelids are heavy but they are unable to remain closed.

Reluctantly, she picks herself up with a groan and begins to move. The glen near the heartwood has offered them shelter for the night but she moves out into the open where the night sky cloaks the autumn flowers, wilting for the upcoming winter. The fall air is chilly but it has not stopped the fireflies from coming out at night still. They flicker and glow in the distance, opening up before her.

Thuringwethil moves carefully, attentive to her surroundings while she absorbs the serene moonlight that glows against her cloak. Where normally she would fall into the shadows of the night, the bright sky above keeps her dark silhouette alight as she travels but she does no note the stranger until she is too close and her scent takes over her nose like a slap in the face. Her ears fall back and she comes to a stop, pale eyes scanning the flatlands for signs of light and only when she thinks she has found the source, she offers a soft chuff that does not travel far in case she is mistaken.