The little Mystic they called Lightfire was enjoying his solitary think walk through the forest. His thoughts were of his friend Hightoe. Hightoe had upset one of the elders by arguing with him that he thought the grassflies should be herded over the grasses and not flutter around the huts in the forest.
Elder Flash informed Hightoe that the Mystics had an agreement with the grassflies that allowed them to flutter anywhere they wanted.
Lightfire was trying to think of a way that his friend Hightoe could apologize to all the elders without losing face.
As Lightfires bare feet moved over the dry dove flower leaves, he thought he could here music. But he shrugged it off thinking that it was just the sound of the leaves under his feet.
“Lightfire! Lightfire? Where are you?”
Lightfire heard his mate, Mist Dancer calling his name. He turned around and saw her in the distance.
“I am here! Mist! I am here!” Lightfire smiled as Mist Dancer drew nearer.
The two embraced and jumped up with excitement.
“What are you doing Lightfire? I have been looking for you. It's almost story time. You know how Elder Growlong likes to see you at story time.”
“I know, but I am still thinking about Hightoe....