A ghost told me to meet you
Knight
Bloodletter
10-23-2021, 11:35 PM
An angry expression rests on Fern’s face as she waits for the firefly to answer her. Imagine her amazement when the small bug talks! Mouth falls open as the firefly blinks on her nose. Jaw works as she tries to form words and make a coherent sentence. Just as she prepares to talk to the bug again, it takes flight and darts toward brush. Eyes follow the blue light as it moves and spies a gray wolf stepping out from behind the brush. Eyes lock on his pelt, searching him, inspecting this apparition of the night.
For a moment, the fireflies once more capture Fern’s attention. They seem to gather around this new wolf, hovering over him, waiting to dive in and touch his fur. Her jaw once more slackens, hanging wide as she watches him. He was sent to find her? Fern casts a glance back behind her before looking back to the firefly man. Realizing her mouth is still agape, Fern quickly clacks her jaws shut and tries to adopt a neutral expression.
With the quirk of an eyebrow, the gray woman asks, “I have done nothing. Why do you thank me, firefly wolf?” The bugs seem to like him, landing on his back and darting away quickly as if they are playing with him. Is he even real? Did the fireflies just summon an image of a wolf to ease her anxious mind? Gray head tilts as she tries to find the answer to this riddle. With a dip of her head, Fern says, “My name is Fern. Now, who sent you to find me firefly wolf? Are you here to show me the way?”
Perhaps this is what her mother meant when she said to follow the fireflies. Maybe he can lead her to the Hallows. A soft breeze tickles her ear and carries the soft sounds of laughter upon it.
For a moment, the fireflies once more capture Fern’s attention. They seem to gather around this new wolf, hovering over him, waiting to dive in and touch his fur. Her jaw once more slackens, hanging wide as she watches him. He was sent to find her? Fern casts a glance back behind her before looking back to the firefly man. Realizing her mouth is still agape, Fern quickly clacks her jaws shut and tries to adopt a neutral expression.
With the quirk of an eyebrow, the gray woman asks, “I have done nothing. Why do you thank me, firefly wolf?” The bugs seem to like him, landing on his back and darting away quickly as if they are playing with him. Is he even real? Did the fireflies just summon an image of a wolf to ease her anxious mind? Gray head tilts as she tries to find the answer to this riddle. With a dip of her head, Fern says, “My name is Fern. Now, who sent you to find me firefly wolf? Are you here to show me the way?”
Perhaps this is what her mother meant when she said to follow the fireflies. Maybe he can lead her to the Hallows. A soft breeze tickles her ear and carries the soft sounds of laughter upon it.