The following morning, we all rolled into movement yet again.
The morning was pleasant to walk in. Birds chirped through the forest canopy, and strange insects buzzed around with blinking blue lights in their asses.
That was genuinely the best way to describe them — tiny flying things with glowing rear ends, dancing around the line of the Caravan like living lanterns. Octavia chuckled softly as she lifted her fingers, and one landed on her knuckle, shaking its luminous butt directly in her face.
"What are those?" I asked, watching another one drift past my nose. "Aren't they dangerous?"
Who knew what insect could poison someone with a single touch? There were plenty of those back on Earth, and it was safe to assume there'd be even worse in a world like Ealdrim — a world sponsored by spiritual essence.
