Where Do People Like Us Float? [Bog]
There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the young fae was a thousand times braver than he, because while her fur stood on end and her ears flickered nervously, she approached the strange figure and its table of wares. Following close behind her with his head down, the smaller wolf found himself swallowing a lump of anxiety in his throat. When the strange cloaked figure spoke, it was with the buzzing undercurrent of myriad insect wings. He shared a silent look with Hoarfrost, who continued to prove her own strength by accepting the invitation to barter with the mass of spectral fireflies. He watched her with the unease of a parent doing their best to let their growing youngster try making her own decisions, emerald eyes furtively flicking between her and the blue orbs that seemed to serve as eyes for the cloaked figure. Once again, that ephemeral buzzing near his ear. Flicking the nuisance insect away with that lichen hued aud proved futile, and the incessant drone forced his attention away from his pale companion. Was that... a second firefly merchant? The bluish firefly frantically bobbed and danced between the two, as though beckoning him closer. Cautious steps pulled him away from Hoarfrost, though he offered a wary backwards glance to ensure she was still there, still safe. By the time his nose was mere inches from the top of the table, that same buzzing voice made him an identical offer. Only one... Verdant gaze traipsed over the unfamiliar assortment- one of the spectral fireflies, trapped in a glass bottle. Well, he could certainly use the bottle if he let the firefly go in the future. A little ticket, glowing in the same cool hues as the rest of the strange phenomena that followed the moon. And then.. Oh. He needed those. A flare of excitement in his chest when his eyes fell on the little quartet of shoes that looked like they were exactly the right size for his paws. "I have some of the little mushrooms in my den, can I trade you one of 'em for those shoes?" he questioned, craning his neck to look up, up, up at the tall, hovering figure and its glowing blue eyes. |