Firefly Glen too small to see the road

He shut his eyes tightly against the lurching feeling that followed his grasp on a less spinning world, only opening them when he heard Meerkat’s voice. Things were definitely less about being a tilt-a-whirl at a country fair and more about being firmly planted in reality, and even though the unsettled feeling in his stomach hadn’t quite gone away he found himself putting on a brave face all the same.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “I’m good. That was… wild. But it was fun.” Maybe not something he wanted to repeat right away, but he totally would in the future. For all they knew, maybe as soon as they climbed up the next hill they’d go tumbling right on down it too—chances were, if Meerkat did, he would too to avoid missing out on the action.

Slumping over in the grass to rub his face against solid earth, another sigh left him. This time much more content than the surprise of stopping, and it got his body back into motion. Tumbling down hills like that would definitely take getting used to.

“I think you won,” he went on, lifting his head. “Was that your plan all along?”

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