Shinkou and Astri are sitting next to each other in the moonlight and the focal light from the fire. The breeze is cool, and colorful fireflies flicker gently between the grass. In the Beastmen World, the fireflies look magical because they have different colors.
They stay quiet for a while, like they were offering each other presence. They hear only the leaves here and there and the fire cracking the wood sometimes. Astri beats the point of her pencil on the table softly, trying to organize her thoughts, but at night, she always gets overwhelmed with homesickness.
"Every night is hard to sleep.. I was so used to sleeping next to my spouses or children that now it always feels too cold." Astri softly says, then puts down the pencil. "What is interesting is that I spent at least 20 years alone, and after feeling their love, I think I got spoiled." She says, and snorts.
He smiles softly, then looks at the moon.
