Floating Lights

The evenings were growing as the winter went on, and while Balthier tried to just go on about his normal daily life, it was hard for him to ignore that the change was a bad sign. And he was secretly believing that the moon was some kind of message of his angry, dead parents.

As he went through the thicket, looking for a bird or rabbit to hunt, the floating blue lights that seemed to react like fireflies gently moved from the brush and the other parts when he disturbed them in his path. It was starting to become the norm even though they still put him on edge. Though he was focused on the task at hand.

"Balthier"