fireflies and chill

Damira liked the lake the most, if not for the view then the little lounge area that had been set up by one of the adults. She wasn't sure who, but she agreed with the sentiment and had just the right amount of furs and pelts to be comfortable. The day had been warm, at least for the usually brisk northern climate, so the fireflies were out and glowing in their full glory, their lights a dancing reflection upon the lake's surface. A gentle breeze swayed the reeds that surrounded the lake, bringing unfamiliar but distant scents to her nose as she inhaled.

Damira enjoyed the sense of seclusion, even if she was well aware it was only that, a sense and not a true reality. With the guard post nearby, she knew there were likely adults within scent and hearing range. Not that she had any intentions to do anything she shouldn't.