Be the moon

Daphne’s gorging was interrupted by fireflies dancing in her vision. She wasn’t sure if they had come off the other wolf’s coat, or if they had come from somewhere else. Her eyes were drawn to a shadowy figure just beyond the clearing they were stood in. He seemed to be made up by a million little fireflies. She approached cautiously and looked at his wares.

The poor trapped firefly in the bottle called to her, but she had nothing to offer the stranger in exchange. She felt she might have to be careful with her words with this one. "Are memories worth anything to you? I might be convinced to give them up." Daphne had been trapped once too. If he was willing to take them, she could only hope he would let her hold on to the memory of wanting to free the little trapped bug. Unless he offered her something more?

"speech".