Firefly Glen the old haunt

It was a long time ago, she admitted softly, I don't really remember the details. But... I think that someone challenged my parents authority, or something like that, Leta expressed. And whoever had done it was not right for that. Her parents were good leaders; Easthollow had been around a long time, and not for nothing either. Because of her parents leadership, she imagined. I just think that... that was stupid. They should have talked about it or something. Why just challenge? she asked with a squint of her hazel eyes. This was asked by someone who implicitly trusted her parents, but the bias was not clear to her. Leta rarely got up in arms, but for her family she was quite passionate. 

As far as he went, Leta grinned. If you want that for yourself, I bet it is possible. You just gotta work for it, I think. Actions speak louder than words there, I think, she said with a laugh, and then, I mean, look at you now! Protecting your family. That always makes for a great leader she commended with a wave of her tail and a broad grin. Leta then looked back to the fireflies, watching them twinkle in and out of sync with one another. Ripples of light, creating strange and beautiful waves, caused whatever else she might have said to never come, awed to silence for a moment.