Firefly Ravine so who am i offending now?

for @Stryx, set for july 30th before the bwp begins.

night was falling — a gentle swell of darkness that overtook the land bit by bit, swallowing her in its comforting embrace. with it, the summer song of insects rose in a crescendo, and one by one the fireflies began to twinkle like falling embers. it was muggy and humid — she expected rain, soon, though did not know the natural signs well enough yet to predict what would soon befall the wilds.

she settled near some brush after crossing the river, shaking water from her legs, desiring some rest before traveling back along the coast. it was peaceful, and the loneliness was oddly comforting — familiar company. she exhaled heavily, closing her eyes to focus on the natural music all around her.