Writers keep writing what they write - Singing + bonfire

[Onyxdreams]

~ ☼ Sat just at the entrance to the nursery, Onyxkit gazed through the darkness of the night, the world lit only by the moon overhead. It wouldn't be the first time that she had stayed up a little later than the rest of the Tirones, though it most certainly wasn't something she did often, usually she was the one who slept the most, but there were a few nights where she had just felt restless...like tonight. Her collection...she didn't feel like messing around with any of it, as she often did on nights like these, it just hadn't held the same allure it usually did, so, she had snuck past everyone as quietly as she could, right to the exit. She hadn't planned on going outside, not at first, the nights were too cold, but that changed when her sweeping gaze caught movement.

A familiar shape, with a long tail, heading out from the camp, and then, not long after, another, familiar form, moving from the Legate's den to follow the first out into the night. Mama, and papa....where were they going? It wasn't strange to see others from the the Glades leave in the middle of the night for various things, but seeing both her parental figures leave, one after the other, it left her curious. Maybe that curiosity, that burning desire to know what they were doing, where they were going, was what drove her to follow along right behind them, tongue flicking to catch the trail they left behind to their destination. It was cold, not overbearingly so, like when it had snowed, but still cold enough to leave her feeling uncomfortable as the chill slowly pulled away her strength. It was already the furthest she had been out of camp by herself, and she was starting to wonder if it was too far, if she should turn back, when she caught sight of that glow

Fire, a big, big fire, bigger than any fire she had ever seen before, the taste of burning wood and smoke reaching her from across the sands. More importantly though, fires were warm, this fire was warm, and that warmth was something she craved. Onyx was quick to bound straight over to the center of the orange glow, sliding across the sands to a stop not far away from where her papa had seated himself, a content hum building in her throat as she felt the fire warm her chilled scales. Her papa was really quiet, but her mama...her mama was shouting something, really loud too, about light and...being on fire? Oh, a song, it was a song! A really weird song, way weirder and shoutier then the songs the Signifiers sometimes sang, but it definitely sounded a lot like a song! "Really loud, n' shouty!" the kit commented, humming the song a bit softer to herself as she did, oblivious to the fact that she was quite a long ways from camp, standing right next to her papa, and probably in a bit of trouble for it