Moonspear ^__________^

Yeah! she happily agreed when Alaric offered to travel with her to another village. I’d like to visit grandma’s village sometime. Anang said it’s called Moonglow, which Pie assumed he might already know.

Speaking of glowing, the youth turned her attention back to the fireflies. She slowed to a stop, now deep in the heart of the woods. Moonlight trickled through the trees, rippling when the leaves ruffled in the wind. Everywhere she looked, fireflies winked. She strained to hear their whispered stories.

Over the noise of the first raindrops splattering against leaves and earth, Treepie swore she heard a distant howl. Her pale ears twisted, trying to pinpoint it. It was sonorous, unearthly. As she listened to it, Pie felt her heart fluttering in her chest and she found herself humming along with the tune.