We kept walking, searching for a suitable place to set camp until the trees opened up, revealing a small, lush pasture tucked between a cluster of ancient, thick-trunked oaks.
The grass here was deep and soft, with a scent of clover. It looked like the kind of place that had never known a footprint.
And then, there were fireflies, making the place seem a little more enchanted.
"Wow, this is perfect," I said, clasping my hands together as a wave of exhaustion finally hit me. "Let's stay here for the night."
But when I turned, I found both of them staring at the fireflies that were flying around them in awe. They even tried to eat it, curious what it tasted like.
"What are you doing?" I asked and they both turned to me, their movements rigid. "Don't tell me you haven't seen fireflies before."
But neither said a thing and turned their head.
That's odd.
