Firefly Glen for what it’s worth

"i've always wanted to live by the sea." arcturus confided in response, feeling the duality of his being tear implicitly apart. he was moonspearian -- the mountaineer -- and yet, the thrum of the waves enthralled him.

he had visited it only once, as a child with his father. the memory caused a flit of pain across his features, and he quickly recomposed. "you say the mountain is beautiful - i say the sea is beautiful." the grass is always greener, wasn't it? "maybe, it is that we are viewing strange things with fresh eyes -- and that makes them seem prettier." he found only the tallest spire of the spear beautiful - and it was the sky, not the stones, that held his attention. "i've always lived there. i was born on the mountain. were you born by the sea?"