Redhawk Caldera vivacity

While Ponyboy raised his usual ruckus, Boris drew up the back of the group in his quiet, watchful ways. Dad’s presence made him bolder and he didn’t cower under the open skies like he used to — though he did look up from time to time, searching for the daytime moon as much as he searched for the wings of birds.

Neither came out to meet them today - a disappointment and a relief. Instead, the heavens had something prepared for them of equal beauty with the stars.

The clearing unfolded, and Ponyboy’s chatter became a background drawl. Little creatures glimmered in the sunlight and hovered over the downy earth. A paw pressed out, and another, and soon he found himself laying on the moss and staring out at the creatures farting to and fro.

Are they faeries? he asked in hushed wonder, cool blue eyes turning to his parents for answers.