Firefly Glen make it make sense

She mentioned the namesake fireflies, and there was no part him that was able object to that as his eyes followed the twirling trails of some nearby ones. Valid enough answer, so he could only nod. They are worth it, he agreed through a soft sigh of a breath. But that sounds good. I'm not really.. aiming anywhere in particular, or for any real true need besides.. out, about. To see if anything new has gone on, or if any interest catches me... While his stare had narrowed, his ears splayed awkwardly out--which were more meant to say he appreciated her offer to share scouting know-how, but he just had to feel it out for himself most of all as well.

However, where his words were less clear and muddied up by his feelings, his willingness to accompany her said that he was due for some company as he joined up beside her.

Wraen, he knew, and the dark Ostrega felt an ear of his turn forward over codename. He only had one true answer, one he would ever consider actually providing but something about it spurred him elsewhere--remembering very suddenly the odd murmurs to him he had caught from his mother's tongue, or fond nicknames his father had placed upon his head, to a star that was his right to claim. They all came to mind, effectively distracting him--but this was right was he was looking to outrun here, desperate to gain some traction on coping with this. I'm Jarilo, he answered, maybe a touch abruptly for just a name, and a mere introduction.

With that he pushed forward for a few longer strides, a little faster, more.. He turned a short grin over his shoulder, towards Wraen, then breathed deep the crisp dusk; he wanted to be glad he was out, and not force it.. hopefully, in time, he would.