Firefly Glen ceremonial

Augustine had seen a small picture of the cruelty of these wilds, painted in the blood along a creature’s broken frame. He had not been ready to face life beyond the monastery. He did not think he was ready now.

But here he was, enraptured by the lights that danced around him. Lights within the darkness. How fitting a reflection! So with eyes soft and wide, he watched, wondered, and waited, only partially aware that he was not entirely alone.