Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

all credit goes to you, mastermind!! it was a good one!

arcturus indeed had transformed; through wraen's gentle guidance, he had gone from unimaginative, to at least trying. he would never have wraen's depth of storytelling, but he tried to be a critical thinker: this story had made him inspect it from many angles.

if any wolf alive was a witch (the good kind), he imagined it was wraen. she was able to weave brilliance from the barest of yarns -- truly, he was in constant amazement by her ability to keep him on his toes while still being engaged.

starchaser's fable came at last to an end; arcturus savored it quietly, imagining how the ice dragon had felt to have her heart shorn with another. he wondered if starchaser still roamed these earths as the keeper of the dragonsoul, or if his body, along with thousands of others, had joined the earth.

there was a solemnity in the air unique only to well-written stories coming to the gradual close. arcturus briefly mourned the passing of the characters he had come to know and root for. for the most part, he was wordless -- but he enjoyed that wraen often could fill the silence with her own apt nuance.

"brilliant."