Running With Scissors

He'd been feeling a bit lethargic and on edge lately. The winter nights seemed to bleed into one another with nearly no sign of a normal day. It was his first winter, and he wondered if this was how it always was or if nature was being a freak. After Incendium's abandonment, Ifrit resorted to traveling on his own for a bit, at least until he had reason to seek out his father or choose a path he really wanted to pursue. He couldn't say for sure what he wanted to do though, his head felt foggy and he felt tired with all the weird shit happening lately. What really struck him as odd were all the strange blue fireflies, mushrooms, and crystals that seemed to be all over the place. Even now, the place he was in seemed to practically grow crystals. They were on just about every surface, from rocks to trees, and even saw them growing on bones. Of course, he thought it was really strange...and as the male climbed higher up the Rock Garden, he spotted an old coyote carcass riddled with glowing crystals...he approached it out of curiosity, crimson gaze reflecting the gentle, pulsing glow.

"Speech"