A mystery of our birth

Kotori watched the larger wolf shake himself out even as another eye cast towards the fireflies. Kotori grinned at the logic of following your gut meaning following fireflies to wherever they led.  It both made sense and totally ridiculous at the same time, at least to him.  “Guess we have to.” Had to in the sense of joining in on an adventure.

Kotori would follow after Mort from their own lands to head towards the mangroves.  The moon reflected off of snow that lay scattered about in areas, and the shimmering of water along with the weird plants here seemed to have everything glowing.  

“Uh, ya know I never put much thought on it before but do fireflies breed in areas where everything glows?” Maybe the mangrove was a secret breeding ground of fireflies?  Even the moon seemed oddly brighter tonight.  Full moons do that but what caused the tint of blue to it?  Kotori pondered that and decided it must be something to do with clouds affecting it or something else that made sense.  Hey, maybe it was a trick of his eyes with everything else so lit up.  It was as if it was still just dusk here instead of night.

The fireflies looked happy?  Could fireflies be called happy? They flickered about this way and that. “I ate one once when I was a kid,” Kotori labeled himself as an adult at least.  Parents dying and coming back from the dead, parents being stabbed, dire beasts as pups.  He figured life experience wise he’d had enough to fit the bill, “they don’t taste very good.”  Then again now that he was bigger would such a tiny thing even register with a taste or just fly straight on down? Probably still yuck, no reason to find out.


Kotori Fatalis