Firefly Glen tunngak ⋔

Lane drifted over the remnants of her formal home. It was a little surreal, the knowledge that this was indeed the same frozen field she had known as Firefly Glen. How different it was in the summer, bursting with new growth and humming with insect life! Lane thought that she and Eldritch might bed down here for the night, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the namesake fireflies. 

Lane and Eldritch had separated temporarily, both on a mission to gather what travelling herbs they could find among the thriving grasses of the glen. Travelling herbs worked best as a mixture of several, after all, and Lane was glad for the assistance of a fellow herbalist. 

A familiar, lilting voice met Lane's ears, and she grinned. She wound her way through the mossy boulders-- the remnants of Moonspear-- toward the source of the singing. She came face-to-face with Kukutux upon rounding a bend. Dropping her mouthful of sorrel and daisies, she greeted the duck. "Hey, stranger!" Kukutux was engaged in a task similar to Lane's, it would seem, if that skin stuffed with sorrel was any indication.