Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

arcturus had no earthy idea who Benny was, though he briefly felt a spear of irrational jealousy that was rapidly swatted away. wraen was just telling a story — a yarn — he had no reason for such childish feelings.

so the mountaineer waited, watching dutifully as wraen inwardly travailed her mind’s library. how she was able to conjure such mystical stories was beyond arcturus, who was, as they said, born with all four feet on earth’s plane. once more he was filled with awe for firebird’s queen — he listened, rapt as any school boy before his attractive marm.

the reverie was broken as he was called upon to answer her question. arcturus shifted, knowing most stories had some sort of mortal twist. was it a trick? in his own heart, he wished the protagonist had freed the witch because it was just and right to do — not because he might benefit from the woman’s magic.