Firefly Glen for what it’s worth

ying's suggest was not without merit. arcturus lifted his head from a patch of grass he'd been inspecting, considering it lengthily. it seemed... doable. he felt ying was capable -- more capable possibly, than he -- at fulfilling his role at the spear.. if their roles were reversed..

except for one hang-up. "i do not know how to swim." arcturus mentioned with a tone of shame. there were no deep pools at the spear, only streams and rivers -- he had never forded anything more than a trickle of water. the ocean had seemed terrifying to him.

ying mentioned the smell; arcturus was taken back to that day he had encountered piper. the rush of waves, the roar of sand and water -- the wind.. the brine..

he had loved it. he inhaled deeply, wishing now his nostrils were full of that briny air and not the stifling scent of damp pines and earth.. "i love that smell."