I mean I guess they're pretty

He and Fauldr had left the empire once again, making use of the late wet season to gather more herbs for his personal stores. As he shuffled along with his bags secured to his back the primate made a game of snapping at the glittering flies surrounding them. Rain could only shake his head to himself keeping his own tremulous thoughts to himself. The fireflies reminded him of his last meeting with his grandmother and how his thoughts had been far too preoccupied with his own problems to appreciate either the fireflies or his grandmother's presence. He realized then how much he truly missed his grandmother, and as he watched the fireflies waltz above him he realized for the first time how much he truly missed his grandmother, his sister, but most of all his mother.