Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

arcturus listened to this tale of achilles rapt; he wondered if styx was a river he could find, and if so, would it make him impenetrable? he had a great many deal of weaknesses -- how easy it would be to have a river sweep them all away.

that was fairy-tale thinking, though. he enjoyed the worlds wraen painted - sometimes even wished he lived within them - but nothing would change the fact they were here, and her stories simply make-believe.

so, he tried a rare joke. "lets find that styx then, and dip you in it so no holes make you their victim." arcturus glanced upon her warily to see whether that weak joke registered, before rushing in answer to her last query. "all else seems quiet. the influx of trespassers we had the last few months seems to have abated. no puppies as of yet; there are only a few mated pairs in the spear. what of firebirds?" his eyes traveled to hers, subtly hoping she might not have taken on a mate of her own this season.