BlueJaySuay

Moonlight peaks through the branches above. Piercing her eyes like the sun reflecting off glass. The breeze is musty and wet. It smells like fresh dirt and pine. Crickets and frogs chirp all around. Fireflies flash in every direction. She can hear their wings whizzing by her furry ears. Ryn flips her right ear to shoo them away and leans down to lap some water from the creek. The water is cold and refreshing. The stars highlight the ripples below her tongue. She sits back at the creek’s edge and catches a bird flutter through the trees to the other side. A bright blue feather falls to the water and floats in the current beside her. Her