Crackle, the campfire burst into a bright shower of sparks.
The shadows on the faces of the two by the fire flickered slightly, Tata silently watched the ashes swirling upward into the darkness, then looked up as the sparks ascended to the treetops before vanishing.
A half moon hung overhead, casting a cool silver light on distant hills.
On a distant branch perched an owl, its silver-gray feathers unmoving, staring intently in a specific direction. There, darkness reigned, illuminated only by the glowing fuzz on curled plants and fireflies dancing up and down, a sprinkling of lights within the ancient forest.
Fang Hong completed the final step and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took a biscuit from his pocket, broke off a small piece with a "snap," and shared it with her, "This is tonight's dinner."
Tata knelt on dry leaves, turning back curiously to look at him, "Actually, I can go without eating."
