Firefly Glen young folks

acrux was not far behind her. this warmed the heart of the starlet, greeting him silently before inviting him along her path. she shielded him from the muck, letting her own feet get dirty, and kept close to his side, attached at his hip as if they were magnetized.
they had been separated once. he had been hurt once. and never again would she let either one happen.
anywhere we want, she whisper-shouts back, that same goofy, mischievous grin taking hold of her velveteen face. she watches as a firefly flutters in front of his nose. to the sunspires, the desert, the ocean. the world is our oyster!
she paces an inch or two ahead of him to seek out a clear path. we're headed north right now, i think. but where do you wanna go?