The Strange

Someone came along and DID, in fact, think she belonged there, but not that she was a firefly. The blue orbs floated lazily around her. "Uh, yes!" she called, a story forming in her head. "I am their keeper! They answer to me!"

As if on que, Rasha felt as if she was being pushed from behind and nearly slid off her branch, teetering on the edge. "Uh, yeah, so! It's pretty neat, right?" Rasha lost her footing and scraped down the vines and moss to the bottom with a loud thud. After a moment of struggling, she popped her head up from the brush, "They uhh, don't always listen."