I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
It’s really the perfect temperature; warm, but not too hot to sleep - with the grass cool and pleasant beneath their feet. Or it might be, if Wessex could feel the subtle variations, the things that make early summer so enjoyable.
The one thing she can see even better than before are the fireflies and they seem to be in the Glade en masse tonight, perhaps drawn by the sultry lure of the glowstones. It’s nothing short of a midnight buffet of buggy romance disguised as a light show and when one lands on her skin, the Queen looks at it curiously. It flashes its butt at her and then flies off, and the Wraith follows it impulsively, laughing aloud as she leaps for another one, catching it in her hands.
Then the panic that she might have crushed it - but no, when she opens her hands slowly again, the tiny little bug is there, alive, antennae waving at her.
The one thing she can see even better than before are the fireflies and they seem to be in the Glade en masse tonight, perhaps drawn by the sultry lure of the glowstones. It’s nothing short of a midnight buffet of buggy romance disguised as a light show and when one lands on her skin, the Queen looks at it curiously. It flashes its butt at her and then flies off, and the Wraith follows it impulsively, laughing aloud as she leaps for another one, catching it in her hands.
Then the panic that she might have crushed it - but no, when she opens her hands slowly again, the tiny little bug is there, alive, antennae waving at her.
WESSEX
