Firefly Glen F**k Fake Friends

She didn't know where she was? Interesting. Then again, she bore the signs of long travel and he surmised that she must have been a dispersal from somewhere. It was typical of the season, new life pushing out the old and so on, at least in most cases. He hadn't the fortune of such a thing to set him on his way, but the concept was not lost on him.

”Well, you're near Moonspear for starters,” he said, gesturing to the rise of the peak behind him. ”It's the big one right there, nestled in with the others. I think others refer to this place as Firefly Glen, namely for the glow bugs that come out in the night.” Which were fireflies, but he didn't bother in making the distinction. Of course, he didn't think the information he offered was all that much of help, short of giving those particular landmarks a name.

”Were you looking for somewhere in particular? Or are you just a traveler?”