Firefly Ravine they sing the songs of grace with their hands over my face

His travels had turned up no news of Alejandro's family, but he had finally found someone from his own. It'd been nice to see Brave again, and especially so in this somewhat unfamiliar land. Nicer than it'd been seeing Reif again, even though the boy was, (maybe? he still wasn't sure) just as much family as Brave.

Still, he was eager to return to the area, where he hoped his new friend might still be lingering. Avoiding the borders of the new willow pack, he founded himself looking down at a rather enchanting sight — the river below was rife with fireflies. He hadn't chased them since he was only a boy, but seeing them again now, he felt a strong desire to travel into their midst.

"Alejandro?" he called again, picking his way along the cliff's edge. It didn't look terribly far to jump, but now that he was on his own, he knew better than to take stupid risks. It didn't take long before he'd found a good place to slide and scrabble to the bottom, where he immediately stepped forward and into the shallow waters.

A cricket sang. A firefly winked at him from across the waterway. The night was soft and still.