Firefly Glen nightmare

He moved and she watched, green eyes following the crude line he drew in the dirt to show her what he meant, ears listening to all he had to say about them. Each word he spoke, Keres hung on to, a smile developing on her features only to falter at the last. Poisonous. Like a snake? She asked, learning yet another thing under his tutelage.

Do you know why they only open at night? Another question, as he did not seem to mind handling many at once. A flower that bloomed at night and that could survive the cold — thrived in it, even — was a flower that she was very interested in seeing, and one that she would no doubt keep her eye out for in her travels.