I think I wanna... touch it.

Áskell was relieved when his patrol finally ended. The night had been terribly unnerving. Not only did the moon glow bigger and brighter than he could ever remember but it seemed a number of creatures were starting to obtain an unusual glow as well. In particular were the fireflies which persevered through the winter's cold and shed their golden glow for one of blue. It was strange, it was disturbing. Áskell, slipped into the redbud nook, making a beeline for his den when he spied his brother. He blinked for a moment in surprise as Jigsaw had essentially become a recluse and wasn't often to be seen. "Jigsaw! Do you-" He stopped as he stared at the glowing plant that his brother was staring at. "Sheesh, even the plants are glowing this winter."