Skill: Ranger [2/5]

Lugh huffed. I'm not gonna get lost, he retorted. I've been out here loads o' times. I know exactly where I'm goin'. The boy shot his older brother an indignant glare before being distracted by the fields.

'I was checkin' th' borders for signs o' those runes everyone is talkin' about,' Runes...? Is that what Beibhinn—err—Fable, left to look for? All in truth, there had been... some kind of announcement made about this. However, alas, he had not been listening.

Shiloh was interrupted by the strident sounds of a distant whisper. Lugh jumped, hackles bristling within an instant. Whassat? Who's there? Come out!! He barked defensively, his throat rumbling with growls.

Two-toned eyes drifted towards the horizon. Fireflies—loads of them, undulating rhythmically, floating like stars in the heavens. He gasped, enamored in an instant.

This wasn't a normal sense of desire to follow the softly glowing insects. It was different—it rocked him to his core, burning in his bones and causing his heart to beat faster. He had to go. He had to see them/

'Ye heard th' voice, let's get goin'.' Lugh did not hesitate. He nodded wordlessly and followed behind her brother's lead, tail held high with confidence.