Firefly Glen Light the Shadows

It was nifty how all of these little lights were, in fact, bugs. To be honest it was a bit pestersome up close, and yet pretty enough in the distance as they seemed to light the way. On occasion one would fly too close and Collision would snap at it in warning. He wasn't a particularly violent boy, but he did have his reservations about things in his face. Which was news to him. Eager to reach some sign of life that could actually teach him something about the lands he had stumbled upon--that had become his new goal of sorts. After all, the lands were potent with the stench of his kind.

 He had plenty of time to think about his life and the turns that it had taken. His slow movements took a hurried pace as a quiet rumble in the distance was followed by light sprinkles. It was later in the evening so rain clouds just happened to look like clouds naturally darkened by the fleeting lights. He had a feeling it wouldn't be particularly long until he was soaked through. After all, there wasn't a particularly nice amount of coverage around him. Yet, the last thing he wanted to deal with was the smell after rain. It wasn't flattering on anyone in his opinion and rain had a way of making most things unappetizing. At least, initially. He supposed it was a necessary evil to keep the great circle of life rolling. He hurried his pace along in search of a somewhat drier place to wait it out.