oh, sweet thing~

<div align=center>The evening drew in, the moon casting long, silvery reflections across the surface of the waters, a single frog croaked somewhere, followed by a soft splash as it hopped down into the water. The soft glow of her fireflies was radiant in the darkness, Bryn stared at the lights in the windows of the school, behind each one of those windows was a person with their own life, their own story. That was interesting, exciting even. Humans were fascinating creatures, and strange. Even after all this time, she still didn't understand them. her eyes flickered down to the faint outline of her feet beneath the surface of the water, it felt good on her skin, and if it was cold she didn't show it.

She leaned back on her hands, staring up at the moon. I wonder what's up there. Her mother had once told her that the moon belonged to Selene, the moon goddess. She wondered if that was true, Bryn's only real deep knowledge was that of plants. She could feel flowers beginning to sprout beneath her hands, the petals spreading and pushing against her palms, craning their necks up to stare at the moon, mirroring their mother.

Bryn shut her eyes, enjoying the gentle silence of the night. But it wasn't silent, she realized. The chirp of crickets, the rush of the water as a breeze moved across it. There was something else, someone else, maybe. A single, magenta eye opened, followed shortly by the other. She shifted again, leaning forward this time, her hands moving to her thighs. Two little crops of flowers had sprouted up where her hands had been, one for each hand. </div>

<div align=center>A small smile spread across the nymph's features when a voice met her ears, her senses had not failed her. Not this time, at least. She glanced around to look at the owner of the voice, a tall man with white hair and tanned skin, there was a gentle presence about him, something that made Bryn feel safe. She had not seen him before, though then again she had not seen many people before. "Good evening," she replied softly, with a smile and nod of her head, symbolizing that it was alright for him to sit, some company was nice once in a while.

The woman was silent for a moment more, content to sit idly in the moonlight for a moment more with this stranger. There was something different about him she couldn't quite put her finger on, though what said thing was, she had no idea. Bryn shook it off, he wasn't dangerous, and that was something she was absolutely sure of. "The moon is beautiful, is it not?" She asked, magenta eyes flickering over across the waters again. "But the sun, he makes the flowers happy."

As she lifted a hand, a firefly landed on the tip of her finger, casting a warm glow across her hand. Bryn blew on the creature softly, ruffling it's wings and causing it to take off into the night air again, joining the family of them that flittered and buzzed around her head. "Who are you?" She asked softly, offering Antarr a warm smile that lit up her features. "My name is Bryn. You have an affinity with the world. The flowers love you."</div>