Firefly Glen i never miss a thing

inkalorë heard their name whispered, then the thundering of clumsy paws as lómion came sprinting from the gloom. unperturbed, the star-child met their sibling with a bell-chime giggle of wonder and joy. lómion, your paws are dirty! they chided good-naturedly, tail a blur behind them as they greeted him with affectionate chin-licks. they did not question his presence, nor any of the strange circumstances that had brought the pair back together. all that mattered was that lómion was here. and warm! and dirty-pawed!