Phantom Hollow alluvium ii

Cedar leaned heavily against Fancy’s flank, heavy from the burden of injury. While Fancy’s head lifted to watch the fireflies dance, Cedar remained still, head resting upon her herdmate’s round hindquarters. 

Fancy remained still; she’d begun to sense that Cedar was losing hope. And while she thought a romp through a firefly-filled glade might lift her spirits, she seemed to show no interest. Fancy wouldn’t push her. 

Instead, she smiled lightly and watched the mother and daughter as they enjoyed the dizzying dance of the fireflies.