Firefly Glen Emaite

Across the borders of Moonglow, Samani trotted into the glen. Her eyes searched the thick shrubbery with mild interest. She had followed a sparse trail of bird tracks – quail – that she had found interesting. It had carried her a good distance from her home. Though her tracking skills were meek, she had been working to improve them with the instruction that her mother had offered.

Pausing near the edge of the glen, Samani caught the movement of the quail. They were nestling down in the roots of the bushes, cooing softly to each other. The moon child was not certain that she wished to disturb them. She paced a few steps before returning to the best possible place to watch them and she sat down to observe the quail family and their comings and goings.