I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun
Callista had woken up groggy from her nap, but feeling rejuvenated from the rest. She hadn't crushed the leaf-bag of fairyflies in her sleep and they were all still in there, which was a huge relief. It took her a little bit to get back up and moving, but once she was, she returned right to her task. She was almost done, after all - just two left to go.
Another patch of wildflowers had attracted a few fairyflies and a quick flick of the wrist and a small puff of force quickly brought one down. She crouched to carefully pick it up and put it in her bag.
That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun
There were only a few of the butterflies here, so she was limited on which to choose to knock down - before, she didn't have to exactly aim properly, as there had been almost something of a swarm of them, but here she had to be more careful - as she learned quickly when a small pop of force failed to hit anything as the fairyfly darted out of the way.
That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun
She was more careful and practiced this time, pausing and aiming and gathering herself and then - pop! - a quick wave of force smacked right into the fluttering butterfly and brought it crashing down to the undergrowth. The feline swooped in and snatched it up, triumphantly stashing it in the leaf bag with the others. Finally, she had all 8 that she needed to turn in.
Feeling satisfied and a little weary, she turned from Eridanus, eager to get out of here and away from bugs that could make her trip out like that again.
*exit
That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе