Firefly Glen I'm dying to see how this one ends

i promise this can still be a spree, i just got carried away haha

She hadn't stepped foot in the Glen since she'd met here with Siarut.  Springtime yielded memories of fireflies and small-time romance, but the early autumn was too chilly for most insects and Ceara was no longer as receptive to flirtatious advances as she has been in the past.

The seasons had transformed the landscape before her into something unrecognizeable, and they had touched her in a similar way.  She was no longer the stupid, innocent girl that had been fooled by Sunny into thinking she was valuable, nor was she as kind as she had been when she had been inducted into the Redhawks.

She found a love deeper than the surface feelings for Siaurt when she looked at Raven.  She was no longer a stranger to the drunken sweetness of apples.  She'd come to know the touch of a lover, though she still retained her maidenhead.

She had aided and ended lives.

Coping was not the quite the proper word for how Ceara was managing herself.  She found that it was easier to deal with things when she was working herself to the bone in the daylight and getting drunk at night.  Someone would find out soon.  Or maybe she'd crave something harder.

She didn't want to think about it.  Moths flew from between the tall grasses as the firebrand parted a trail through the glen, alert but lost in thought.