Firefly Glen I'll race around this town.

The lights drifted around her, moving from her path as she shifted idly through the glen, but when she stopped they seemed to buzz around her curiously, then settled and dimmed in patches. Ibis rested there and watched the constellations form and dance, and even tried reaching out with a curious sniff as she spied some larger bugs land on some small spits of green around her. They erupted with movement to escape her - and for a second she felt bad, but the magic distracted her.

Have you never seen them before? A voice called softly through the shadowed glen, and Ibis turned her attention towards the source, sleepy and in awe. They shouldn't have been as intriguing as they were. Ibis liked to think that magic was real and for a bit, with those bugs and their lights, it really seemed to be true. No, never, she almost whispered back, not wanting to disturb the creatures. Do you know what they are?