In the Forest, By Firefly Light
Niamh Fionn stretched as he wandered away from the lights and slow lulling music of the gather ring. “Hello.” He batted his eyelashes at a firefly, reaching out his pale hand towards it. It landed ever so gently on the tip of his finger and he drew it close to his eye. “Take me to the nearest spring.” The bug flicked it’s wings, light pulsing animatedly. It took off, weaving through forest towards the tinkling of a small stream which lead into a pool.
The fae smiled softly, ever so gently cupping the firefly in his hands and blowing on it. “This will only last until the next rise of the sun.” This time when the firefly glowed, it shown like a star, more brilliant than ever before. It pulsed it’s new light excitedly, taking to the air and flashing bright patterns above the water.
Under the shine from the little insect, Niamh Fionn knelt by the edge of the water, and looked down at his own reflection. He sighed happily, admiring his own beauty. His white hair, draped with strings of pearls, fell long, and silky over his shoulders, not even tangling with the gauzy chiffon that wrapped about his lithe frame, accenting his pale skin without really concealing anything from view. The perfectly dewy blue eyes reflecting back at him, blinked slowly, above blushing cheeks, a pert nose, and pink plush lips. “Perfect.” He murmured, reaching down and twirling his finger in the reflection. One of him was quite enough, thank you very much.
So entranced was he with his own image, that he didn’t notice that he was being watched. Ignoring all else, he cupped his hands, scooping water to his lips for drink.
