Firefly Glen and set the fields on fire

Perhaps not as surprising as it was, Keres took point and decision away from him. He did not contest this or her objection, but was instead rather resigned to the fact that he was powerless to find Mira in an instant. It was a break in his usual composure, an unsettling thing that he did not enjoy displaying even in the company of those he had trust in. Hydra was one thing; there were few things that he could hide from her it seemed, though he had for some time in regards to his own lineage. And for what? Naught. It hadn’t mattered in the end.

Only this mattered right now; he cared little for what else could come about.

Silently like Desdemona, he set off after brief acknowledgment to their plan.

The northern path was not as well worn in, but he could see the allure it may have had to a wayward child. Tall grasses that bowed at either side of him as he passed; Dirge imagined at night that the fireflies, had they still been out so late in the season, would have seemed magical. Captivating, like a lure, he could not avoid the imaginative thought of Mira following them well past dusk and into the night until they faded away.

And like the shade that she was, like her brothers, she would have been discreet as possible.

His nose to the ground, he tried to pick up her trail.