Willow Ridge so, so many stars

Iseldir enjoyed the moment rather than voice guesses, his mirth evident upon his dark features. Hagar grinned toothily down at them as they settled into their proper place, resting against his trunk-like legs. Healthy, happy, safe. He was grateful for it each and every day.

Fireflies, Nineve offered, and Hagar hummed in acknowledgement, lifting his gaze back up to the sky. He knew enough about how distance altered ones view of objects to think that if they were indeed insects, they would have to be exceptionally large or bright. Either way, he wasn't so sure he ever wanted to go near them. It was a fun thought though, and certainly a possibility for all he knew.

"Perhaps," he encouraged in a single word. They didn't need any more to enjoy the night sky a little while longer before he would need to usher them back to bed at their mother's side.