Firefly Glen it's planting seeds in a garden you never see

Jarilo stuck to the valleys tonight so he could have open skies, all content in the eerie glow of the moon even here in a lengthening night. He was trying to tire himself out, think about winding down properly, but he had given in to restless paws already and kept going on more anyway. Best to stay busy when he knew right where an idle thought was going to go on a night like this.

When Osiris' howl rose up from Firefly Glen, he wholeheartedly welcomed that distraction and did have to stop and add his own say. That was, after a solid sigh. Relief? Mostly. Over his years, he had watched the gradual growth of things, helped it where he could once he was able, and as such, this was just another culmination of it all so far. It even added in influences from beyond, from Easthollow and the Firebirds--probably more too, those were just the noteworthy ones to him. They were able to be loyal to not only Hydra and Dirge, but Osiris too.

The dark Ostrega was impressed to see it happen as he stood among them, taking it all in. Now it was theirs entirely.

He howled his best, brightest tune of congratulations for the official expansion of their claim and caught sight of the moon again.. then the darkness and its stars as his voice rode the note, then quieted. Where his family concerned, Jarilo was sentimental enough on a good day. They had suffered so much, lost plenty, but it was not all bad. They made sure of that and this was coming to him as great and powerful reminder

After, he settled to listen for a long time to the chorus of voices that joined them that night.