Firefly Glen we will walk together until it disappears

With ease, Antares picked up a night prowl tonight. By the time full dark had set in, he was feeling warmed up enough to cruise for hours more. A late afternoon nap (after uneasy sleeps the night prior) had served him well to recharge.

The glen itself, the trees and its creeks, seemed quieter than he had seen of them over the summer just after the rains had ended. He had begun to get acquainted back then, all too eager to stretch his legs into the foothills of Moonspear and then beyond. Yet here now, it was the new increase in Moonspearian traffic that was bringing a low thrum of energy into the scene at hand. This, even if it was still unfamiliar to do so in a formal working manner, seemed like a natural next step now--one that definitely came easily as he glided through the shade of the canopied trees.

He had no qualms as the moon hung low and heavy in a clear sky. The shadows of the woods gave him more than enough to work with as he headed towards their northern fringe to lurk there. Best keep it minded most up that way, closest to Neverwinter.

all welc