Firefly Ravine what is there to answer if I'm the only one?

scarab ventures further than he has before and while he begins in treading in firefly ravine close to the invisible protective shroud that rusalka's borders cast upon him, the golden blackguard decides, abruptly, that this is no longer enough. he cast a long look at rusalka over his shoulder, lapis lazuli gaze searching for any sign that he was followed, that he was about to be apprehended and reprimanded ...but no one appeared from the swirling shadows of the trees and confident that he wasn't being tailed he ventures deeper into the ravine, drawn by the intoxicating taste of rebellion that was so much sweeter beyond the mere tastes he's allowed himself up to this point.

the invisible shroud of rusalka's protection recedes the more distance the golden prince puts between himself and its borders, drawn back like magic that has been spread too thin and to its limits. more adventurous and curious than he is cautious he believes that his confidence and imperial bearing will be enough to stop danger in its tracks — unaware that, of course, it is but a child's fantasy. the real world is an unbearably cold and unforgiving place.

the sound of rushing water draws his ears to cup forth atop the proud set of his crown and he approaches the area with easy steps, taking note that he is not alone. a girl is there: about his age ...maybe older ( but age was still a concept he didn't spend too much thinking about ) and as brazen ever he calls out to her, hey! as he makes his way towards her, an ear twitching as a dragonfly perches upon it for a few fleeting seconds.