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He kicked some grass, and rested by the murky water, thinking. It was getting dark now. It would be wise to get back to some kind of shelter, preferably the warm little spot underneath the hanging moss. His belly growled, and he rumbled back at it in response. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you." He stood up, and stretched, and then looked around. The lower the sun went, the more he felt his tail wilt. "My sight at night is awful," he said, and then started walking back to his tree. "One of these days, I'm going to kick a rock, crack my hoof, and land face-first into the dirtiest pile of swam sludge imaginable."

Something bright colored swirled around the corner, and hit him straight in the chest. He let out a "hoooof!" and fell back on his side. When he stared up at the tree a while, seeing some twinkling colors, he surveyed himself. Nothing hurt.

He stood up, and looked around, slightly dazed, and then looked at a bright yellow doe who looked equally as dazed and confused as he did. He stared a moment, and then gawked. "Are you alright?"

He sniffed at a firefly that landed on his nose, and he watched it blink on and off. It buzzed too close, and he sniffed it off before it began to itch. "Yeah I'm okay. A little winded, but for the most part, alright."

He took note how the fireflies danced around her, and how much she looked like one. I'm Night Sight Lost, but some just call me Night Sight."

He smirked, and looked around. "I didn't see a moth. I see plenty of fireflies though, including you apparently." He awkwardly grinned, and then glanced away with a warm cheek.

Awkward. Very much so. Being as reclusive as he was, he'd only seen a couple of kimeti in his short time in the area. He hugged his tree, and avoided contact. Then out of nowhere, this glowing little yellow bullet flew right into his chest. His eyes widened for a minute. "Uh, I have some sweet flowers in my tree... Do you want some? I can't eat it all."

When the fly was gone, he looked up at all the little lights buzzing around his head, and puffed some air through his nose at them. "They do, and they're kind of cute," he said.

He walked into his little moss hut, and pulled out a few of the flowers from inside of an owl's hole in the trunk. "I gathered these a while ago today, and stuck them in a pool of water inside the wood. I didn't get to eat them yet, and I actually picked too many." He smiled, and nudged a few over to her.

((OOC: i'm still not 100% on lore, so i'm moving into something interesting for the story plot, and still trying to stay within reasonability.))

He took a few nibbles, and licked his lips. "Mmm... I love these. I found them by a small cave a few miles east of here. I smelled something nearby, so I didn't mess around very long. I pretty much picked them, then sneaked off before something came out to inspect me." He took another mouthful, and happily wilted to the taste. "As far as I'd heard, these are the sweetest little flowers around."

((OOC: Yeah, I'd heard of that. I'd say it's on the edge of the swamp, but still plenty within the borders.))

"I live here and there, but for the most part, I spend my time here." He licked up another petal. "I like hanging moss," he said, and lifted a hoof to tap it, and make it swing. "I like the smell, and the shade it gives me. And since I'm next to the swamps edge, just a couple of yards away, I can take a dip on a hot day any time I really need to."

He wondered what was in the cave now. He hadn't thought much of it. "I should go with you if you do go. I'm still not entirely sure what's in it, and it would be dangerous to go alone."

He licked his lips, and then let another firefly land on his head. "You're welcome," he mused.