Firefly Glen Driven

sun mote copse. it was a welcoming name, and so akmaaksi wound back along their travelpath and found a place along the main path where they might be seen by others. it was a spot ringed by yellow flowers; bees bobbed to and fro here, and the trees provided a contrast of deep green against the buttergold sunlight.

for a long moment she looked at it before her eyes found rodyn's shoulder, as far as she dared this time.