Sun Mote Copse Octarine light

"Definitely," Wraen fully agreed with the girl's observation. Most wolves could live all their lives without a single story in it, but for her it would be impossible. For a soul, who had seen the flash of inspiration, of that beautiful promised land beyond the veil of reality, can never be the same. The echo remains and the mind always yearns to return there. That one glimpse had given her something that was hard to describe, but very valuable. A golden thread that shone brightly in the fabric of her life.

Lost in thoughts, she sat next to Avery for the rest of the time, never once turning her gaze away from the lights. At times she could make out shapes of animals and other beings in the bright green, everchanging canvas. At others - it was just a swirling stream of randomness, but beautiful all the same. Later on she would remember this evening fondly not just because of the spectacle itself, but because she had shared it with someone, who had felt the same.  

Memories are all about emotions, aren't they?

Last one from me. Thank you very much!