[action | open ] Backdated to early evening [Ashura had to admit, this was one of the nicer nights in the Asylum by far. Fireflies? A delightful treat. They had such creatures in his world (albeit a tad different, but similarities were there), and he had a little affinity for them, given their name. It was soothing, to say the least, and not to mention they were quite beautiful. For just a bit it made one forget one was in a prison.
So, sated food wise from the festival and clean of sand and all that, he grabbed a mug of tea, a blanket, and some fresh fruit from his little apartment and went to one of the quiet parts of the park to sit down and enjoy the show. And given the balmy, warm weather, he was an even better mood. Everything was aimed right up his alley (fire, heat, etc.). Maybe he would run into some friends along the way.
As he walked, he began to sing quietly to himself, an old tune his mother had used to sing to him on nights like these when he was a child - ]
When the fireflies come out to play All your worries shall go away Catch a few to light your way They shall turn the night to day
Look at them all so brightly shining They do it all because you are smiling So my little one keep on laughing That the fireflies might keep on dancing