It must be something in the water

He didn't like the feeling of watching these colored fireflies slip just out of his grasp, over and over. The more they got away from him, the more he wanted to catch them, but clearly his methods weren't quite working out. He didn't think he was that bad at hunting though.. so maybe there was something to what Aryn was saying. He let out a little sigh as he moved alongside her and leaned into her. As far as Veigar was concerned, she was the closest thing he had to a parent - besides Deathbelle, who had fed him when he was born, and besides Recluse, who had helped welcome him here. He was more likely to listen to those three than anyone else.

"Okay," he agreed quietly, trying to will himself to become less agitated. It was easier said than done though for him. He took in a slow breath as he watched the world around them. The fireflies, or whatever they were, blinked in an out of existence. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to how they moved. Some blinked quickly, in steady succession, while others simply disappeared as soon as he noticed them. It almost felt like his eyes were playing tricks on him at this point. He wondered if it was possible for those colors to get stuck in his vision, like how he'd see bright lights if he looked at the sun for too long. "I... I don't think they act like yellow fireflies," he stammered after a moment. It wasn't like him to feel fear, hardly ever, but these things were growing more unnerving by the second. He swore one flew straight for his face and then vanished, without the contact he'd expect from a bug. Veigar shuddered. "They don't seem to see me at all..."