The boy continued on, trotting through the dark as if it didn't matter. Because, well, did it? He was a creature of day or night so it never really bothered him when he was moving through the dark. Now, it might be harder to see all the fun locations he was checking out, but that was okay! It was nice and warm so he didn't mind it.

Though, he was pretty sure that the summer meant that days got longer, not shorter.

It'd also come on very suddenly and he wasn't too sure what had caused it. He hadn't seen anyone since the start of the long night nor since the glowing crystals or mushrooms started up. Nor since the lightning bugs started appearing and whispering at him. They sounded oddly of his mother and he could not help but listen, trying to discern what they were saying.

What she was saying.

If it even was her. He wasn't certain of the existence of ghosts but if they did exist, he doubted they would be in firefly form. He believed spirits existed, but did they walk among the living or did they live in some other plane, watching from above? Could they witness the living at all?

He turned his attention from the fireflies on to the stone he walked upon. The grass grew up between stone slabs and he scratched at them thoughtfully, pondering their existence or origin. He wasn't from this land originally, having swum across the sea to reach here, so he was still learning about it on the daily, still trekking across it and making a mental picture portrait of the world he now called home.

He wondered if he would ever call one of the packs here home.