Firefly Ravine waiting on the world to change

The rise had appealed to her desire for punishment, but it simply wasn't sustainable in the long run. There wasn't enough prey, and she was pretty sure she'd gotten a sun burn on her crown and down along her spine. Her nose, too, was cracked and peeling. As much as she wanted to play the martyr, it didn't made sense to hang out in that wasteland any longer. Besides, Aditya had found her there, and she didn't wholly trust that he wouldn't tell her family where she'd gone.

The ravine seemed safer. The wind couldn't blow her scent very far, and in the evening she was treated to her own private show. It was not the first beautiful thing she'd seen since learning her father had died, but it was the first time she'd stopped and allowed it to sweep her past her sorrows. I will be happy again, she thought to herself. I won't feel this way forever.

She stood still in the tall grasses in a little clearing surrounded by shivering aspens. Blackberry brambles edged the stream that ran past her, twinkling as the fireflies that roosted there talked quietly amongest themselves. She wondered what they were saying, and allowed that fantasy to carry her to a better, more fanciful state of mind.