Firefly Glen there's a wall around your body

@Sunny <3 (set for 8/24 - 8/25)

The lands were unknown - a cause for caution, for the hunch of her frame and skitter of her movements. 

Despite this, the wild woman - a newly earned title - found reason to pinion upon feathered paw, limp hitching as she extended upon tiptoe not unlike a dove about to take wing, to straighten as periwinkle lifted in wonder. Dusk had brought shadows to the thicket, damp to bead upon ivory pelt, cricket and frogsong to grace tattered auds, and it had brought the fireflies. 

The girl'd taken up a hermit's existence within the glen - daring to drift as a ghostly hind upon the very edges of the gathering east of her precarious existence. They'd yet to come for her, allowing the cur a smidgen of hope that she might be permitted to live beyond the fringes of their territory; a lowly life but one that might allow her to scavenge the pack's scraps on occasion, if they happened to be so benevolent. 

As often as she'd seen this display of luminescent insects, the constant evolution and collapse of jade galaxies, upon duskfall over the past several sunrises, it was still a sight to behold and marvel at. At least to the ivory gypsy. 

There were few signs of her spartan occupation: a pelt of deerhide peeking from beneath the thicket's brambles, a creekstone of green hues she'd admired, familiarity in the glint of her cornflower gaze. 

It was much as the weave of her paws, stuttering vaguely with the mar of her gait, as Siki spun and twirled - a strange dance, a ballet of spirit and lights set to the symphony of a summer wind and a band of sighing willows.