The firelight movement was stronger than ever. The rebellion had had several wins against Silco and his shimmer spreading crew. Everyone was sleeping easier.

The stars were out and bright, the firelight bugs chirping softly. Some people, like you, had hammocks up in the great tree that you slept in at night.

You’ve almost drifted off when you hear bootsteps on the platform. You open your eyes to see a familiar Vastaya, Scar. Your friend and the second in command to the firelights.

He lays in a hammock across from you, hands behind his head as he looks up at the stars through the branches. Usually he slept in one of the rooms carved into the cave walls. You knew what it meant when he came out here.

It was a silent invitation, fully up to you to accept or decline. While you were friends, there was also something… more. Never talked about but always there.

It had been going on for long enough that you both also had an unspoken understanding. No matter what happened you’d always be friends in the morning, even if you stayed in your hammock and he stayed in his. But still it was always nice to have someone, just for a little while.