Floating Lights

Balthier had finished his hunt with a couple pheasants in his grasp as he made his way back to the den. He would prepare these for the stores they had in their large family den that somehow seemed so empty since  their father left. They had started to build up their own stores as what Allegro had left them was long gone by now. Though it seemed they still some how thrived with their skills if nothing else, they were able to care for one another.

He spotted Psalm head his way and he immediately met her half way. "Psalm," he spoke before putting the birds at his feet, "Is everything alright?" He questioned before doing a small shake of his pelt from traveling through the thicket. Blue fireflies had seemed to appear out of no where as if they were made from the air that was jostled up around him. His head lowered to the sight of them, but he was quick and easy to look back at his sister and pretend the world wasn't changing around them.

"Balthier"