Firefly Glen lovely bitter water

He was of a commendable sort, keeping up with her dancing and not speaking until she spoke. She twittered a little laugh, prancing a slow circle around the man, as if letting him admire.

It is Vairë. She reared, twirling slow on her back legs before she would come back to the earth and the pounding of a thousand footsteps upon the earth.

Well, perhaps not that many. Maybe it was her heart, drumming in the back of her head and in her tongue.

Vaire Nuiruk. Daughter of moonwoman. She could not stop the want to twirl again, so she did in a tight, elegant circle, throwing out her cattail reeds as she did.