Firefly Glen How many days have passed like this?

Barren -- nothing was left of the Glen, though it wasn't as if Luna was expecting much else upon her arrival. The closer she walked towards familiar land, the more she'd realize just how weak the scents had become. There was nothing left, nobody there, nobody home.

A thin smile would cross her soft features as she grazed through the viridecent spring grasses, except there was not much warmth to be found in the moon nymph's expression other than sadness -- a longing she had not felt in quite a while, actually. Lunaria didn't care much for keeping track of how long she'd been gone, though somehow the search for her freinds months ago stired in a completely different direction, and the fae's paws would take her farther away than anticipated. She felt like a coward for running away from everything, but by the time she'd return, it was too late to make amends.

So the raven sat in the barren emptiness with a tail swept atop her front paws, silent tears running down her face as a bright gaze was casted blankly towards the floor.