I Love To Go Swimming With Bowlegged Women, And Swim Between Their Legs

It had taken a bit for Gossamer to get comfortable enough to step outside Armada territory again. She could still see that mad pirate in her dreams and a rush of pain and embarrassment always followed after. Nothing seemed to be going her way, but at least her injury was healing well. She knew it was going to scar but at least there were no signs of infection, simply deep red lines across her face, one above her eyes and one below.

Gossamer headed to the large river she'd visited a number of times, most recently at the yearling party. As she arrived so did nightfall. A chill settled over the land, causing a light shiver to dance down her spine. The moon was full and bright, bigger and brighter than she'd ever seen in her life. The stars were out as well but something seemed off about them. As she gazed out on the river where the moonlight made it look like a massive road of silver she spied dancing blue lights twinkling along the shore. It couldn't be… were those fireflies? Why were they blue?