Spark of Life wandered between the trees, studying each insect she came across out of pure curiosity. It wasn't uncommon for her to make daily rounds, just to see what's been going on in the swamp's dense and mossy forest. The orbs around her horns, and her markings lit up the darker areas, illuminating her in an enchanting orange-yellow light. Moths often flocked to her, which was actually where Orb Sparks, her familiar, had come from. Only he hadn't just flown off after a while, he stayed, often sitting on her back and resting for a comfortable ride.
She smirked at all the lovely colors and poked her nose at the things that flew by in the air in tiny wings. She stepped on a twig, then heard something off to her left. Flicking her ear off that way, she listened, cautious. Not all things in the swamp were friendly. She lifted her eyes, and peered around her, trying not to give way she'd heard something, and continued going about her visit.
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