Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

arcturus knew nothing of dragons' hearts, or witches, or sparrows, or eggs. nor of dark horses, black cats, and ancient spells -- so all of this was new in a way that was staggering.

he tried to mentally track all she had told him now; to examine every little detail, to see if one was the foreshadowing mark or a contextual clue.. even then, he found his progress halted, for his imagination was not unlike something small and underfed: it had not seen much use or light in its lifetime, and so, was as if a frail fledgling growing weakly in the dark.

"ice demons..? or maybe mountain trolls, golems?" he knew not if these were things that existed -- not even in his childhood had he been given much sustenance in way of fairy-tales.. but he did recall some things, and it sounded like it might possibly be right. "traps or secret paths that lead to dangerous pits..?"