Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

wraen was silent for some time. arcturus watched her questioningly as she rose -- he even stood up himself, though he halted as she saw she was browsing for something nearby. he was puzzled, but kept her in his periphery in silence.

she came back, a twig bore before her. the ostrega's brow furrowed, but he said nothing. it seemed the twig was symbolic -- arcturus glanced at the offering in a way he had never considered trees before. it was true, they started as a simple, linear thing -- and over time life and experience shaped and moved their direction.

"i would go back so that starchaser was never born at all." the mountaineer at last answered, no guilt or emotion in his voice. simply, a strange species of pragmatism -- for if starchaser had not lived, he would have never experienced suffering. he would have never lost his family, met the witch, abandoned drake, or had his soul stolen by a dragon. "it seems a lot of strife could be avoided that way."

maybe that was his flaw, focusing on the bad to the point he had tunnel-vision.. when all around him were the good things, things that ought to take precedence but were often put to the wayside by constant stress and storming.