Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

Hi, Arcturus. She lifted her head from the small pile of quail eggs and turned a smile in his direction. Hang on. Ying walked several paces away, gathering small twigs as she went, and returned to place them discreetly over her treasure trove.

The guardian had become confident of the Glen's security. While she'd been there, few had passed through, save for stray Moonspearians and her wandering sister. Ying decided that another patrol wasn't immediately necessary, and so settled into a seat to await any other suggestions.