Benny-Tallboy

Sepulcre closed the lid of her jar around the last of the fireflies she wanted. Tonight, they would light her path through the forest and lead the souls along their way. But for now, they simply bumped and jolted around the jar, a gentle glow emanating from it. She heard a lone, melancholy call and looked up, a silhouette passing in front of the moon; the living eclipse shone through the body of the bird. Ashes, her noctua, flew down and circled her. He really was a lonely bird, she thought; but this deep in the swamp, familiars are hard to come by. Perhaps one day she would find him a suitable mate. He flew off and snatched up some of the r