Sun Mote Copse Octarine light

"Not often - no," Wraen shook her head. There were only two or three prominent sightings during her lifetime and that also had happened, when she had been very young and been travelling with her parents in nothern regions. In one particular area they had spent few weeks in October and lights had been very frequent spectacles. 

"My mom told of many explanations people have come up with for this phenomenon," she went on, glad to have an opportunity to share some of Osprey's stories with the new generation. "There is one story, which tells that the lights are either the spirits of the dead themselves or their guiding lights to those souls, who are on their way to the next world," she offered, leaving out the less pleasant part about mournful ghosts of stillborn children of Greenlandic origin.

"Vikings believe that this is the bridge from Earth to Valhalla - their paradise," and - frankly speaking - Wraen would not mind crossing that kind of bridge no matter, where it led. "However, my personal favourite is the tale about firefoxes, running so fast across the snow that they make particles of it rise high in the sky, where they reflect sunlight," she finished and let the wealth of new information sink in for the young girl.