The fireflies illuminated another here among them, casting him in an ethereal glow she caught when she turned. He was made of fire in her eyes, and for a moment her heart stuttered. She remembered the snap of the embers and the hiss of the sparks as they crawled for her feet. The hints she could still catch in her own scent.

But then she blinked, and he was just a man. A tired man, looking at her with the bleary eyes of someone with little sleep. She flashed a smile in return as the soothing hum of the language of the norsemen rolled over her ears.

Good night. She murmured with a dip of her head, remiss to break the quiet of night.

Come to enjoy the fireflies? Part of her almost hoped no, but she knew she couldn’t lay claim to a natural phenomenon.