The sun was setting, the sky darkening to a blazing orange and lighting the swamp with the same hues, casting long shadows. At the top of a gentle hill, one of the rare few in Matope, the crimson hued buck lifted his head to the wind, glowing golden eyes, even brighter in the dim light, watching the sun descend. Another day, another search for purpose, a search for some deeper calling or attachment, something he was meant for. It was a restlessness that stirred frequently in Fireflight's heart, not so much a wanting of something more, but a wanting of something that clicked, that held him.
Yet with the sunset came the end of another day and the weariness of finding nothing settling on his shoulders. He sighed, shaking his head, trying to clear the restless thoughts from his mind. They were too somber, too heavy, and had clung for too long. Tonight he just wished to be free of his worries.
