Firefly Glen Heat Waves

@Ruenna

The canopy was thick here even so late in the cold season, a fact Coriander found himself grateful for when snow began to sprinkle from the sky. It came through here and there, but he was shielded from the worst of it. While that meant that very little light shone through to the forest floor, that was more than made up for by the fireflies hovering around like golden Christmas lights strung up among the trees. Coriander had never encountered them in such cold weather; it added a certain magic to the scene, turning a dull and lonely winter night into something he might spin a story from.
The feeling was amplified when Cori stepped into a small moonlit clearing, the leaves thinned enough to allow a dusting of snow to fall and gather in an uneven circle. He stopped before he entered the clearing fully, ears folding slightly as he looked up toward the sky. Snow dusted his face as he studied the stars in silence.