Sun Mote Copse Octarine light

So beautiful! *_*

She wasn't at all disappointed when Wraen asked for a moment to think. She simply nodded her head and then looked skyward once more, dazzled by the scenery. As the lights continued to dance and flicker, her mind wandered and she began to speculate about Wildfire and Colt, imagining that she could make out their figures in the stars overhead.

She wasn't left alone with her thoughts for long, though; even before Wraen began to speak, Avery spotted the spark of light that inspired Wraen's story. Had she not already had the word "firefox" planted in her brain, she might not have recognized it, but with a sharp intake of breath she straightened and watched the lithe, illuminated creature as it bounded across her periphery.

As Wraen began to unspool her story, Avery's lips twitched into a smile. The ethereal foxes were curious and observant, feisty and sly -- "Just like real foxes," she commented.