I mean I guess they're pretty

Her brow was deeply furrowed as she marched across the plains, lips pursed as her face slowly scrunched up into a look of humorless confusion. Last time she checked it was still early on in the evening, maybe more like late afternoon still. Yet... Everywhere she looked, fireflies drifted through the long grasses of the plains. With each step she took, more took flight, occasionally flickering as the little lights they boasted flared to life.

Uhm, what. This didn't happen the last dozen times she came here. Seiran supposed she could chalk it up to some strange, freak phenomenon. Maybe they were having an extended, out of control breeding season or... something. Or maybe this just happened and she'd never witnessed it before. Either way, it was distracting her from herb hunting which was a bit irritating to the young healer.