Firefly Glen Always use the sword to stand for good and right

milk and honey, gold and cream—

what a sight he is!

do you taste as good as you look? anarkali thinks with cocked brow, a dusky sylph moving toward him, slipping through the glen. she gives a gentle, playful bark, tail whisking merrily behind her.

greeting, she purrs. her eyes are drawn to a wayward firefly, out earlier than its comrades. stays locked upon its hovering form for two pulses of light, then turns back to him, smiling. beautiful.

she steps closer, nimbly, chin lifted in question. you are?

a wolf, but oh, such a pretty one.