Alora's eyes widened in awe as fireflies suddenly appeared, illuminating their surroundings. The waterfall took on a golden hue under their ambiance, captivating her completely. She rose from the swing and approached the shimmering water, drawn by its enchanting glow.
This was the magic that Magnus talked about a moment ago. She tilted her head as Magnus held her hand. His front body pressed against her back and he gradually lifted her hand up.
A firefly danced around her palm before delicately landing on it, filling her with wonder.
"The firefly needs warmth. Your hand has provided it, that's why it rested here," Magnus whispered in her ear. His hand remained steadfast under hers.
"So, I am warm," Alora said.
"Indeed," Magnus replied.
Soon, the firefly departed from her hand and headed towards the tree. She turned around and found out, the fireflies were around the swing as well. Her heart fluttered with this newfound magical happiness.
