Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

crowfeather watched the skies. germanicus watched the dark-smoke figure, though soon turned himself to the same. 

a low and insistent goading of instinct. 

crowfeather's people worshipped the stars and bestowed them as sacred honor upon chosen ones. he had two names, and one that tied him to the cawing obsidian birds.

his mother had guided him, and germanicus wondered if she had been a witch or shaman.

"you are a pagan then." the eagle stared at the burning universe stretched domelike over them, though he hardly saw their beauty.