Firefly Glen too small to see the road

There was comfort to be found in her words—he wanted to believe that Mira would be found safe and sound too. He had confidence in it, unaware of just how grave and steep the number of things that could befall her actually were. Naivety would save him from the darkest of thoughts for now; he moved on in step with Meerkat easily, eagerness in the wave of his tail to explore.

He had been to the glen once before, but now it seemed different. Maybe it was the concept that it was theirs that lent to him his composure, but more than likely it was the fact that he could freely range it within reason, and with the right company. A brief silence fell between them as he was taken by the scenery, which altogether none too different from Moonspear, still deserved the same attention. He wanted to memorize it, feeling a pull towards his elder siblings to join them all the same even if Hydra would not let him go just yet.

As they reached the foothills, Meerkat spoke up again, and Altair took them in.

“Okay,” he said at first, “Mira and I used to race a lot. They look cool, maybe better than the hills we run on.” And he bet he could get some serious speed on the downward slope too, but could he outrun Meerkat? She was older, she already had the advantage of experience on him, but they were of similar shapes and sizes… his eyes narrowed at her slyly, but he did not take off. He’d cheat on Mira, but his cousin of sorts was another story.

“Countdown?” A smile broke his features easily, and he shook out his coat. He was ready.