Firefly Glen 2 pesestas says we can’t

@Malcanthet

Fireflies — when had he last lounged amongst them?

Well, they hadn’t peeped just yet; the evening was ambery and blue, and he estimated that it might be another hour or so before the veils darkened with indigo ink. He thinks he’s chosen a suitable spot for viewing — a smoothed shelf of limestone elevated enough from the gentle fern and its grasses, but not so much that he couldn’t easily step down from it. 

Though promised to Kaistleoki, Vonn proved to be as elusive and restless as his sorrowful sister; if he presided over a segment of land, then he’d scour all the others if it meant quenching his insatiable lust. ...Wanderlust, anyways.

The crow suspected he’d idle until the sun rose from birdsong — and then he’d return to the riverlands. Perhaps, too, with the proposal for his Count which continued to nag at him. I suppose I owe it to you to at least try, Aurëwen.