Czydney

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in soft violets. Czydney adjusted her navy French twist, ears twitching at the rustle of leaves. Fireflies blinked awake as she knelt, tracing a strange symbol in the dirt with a plump finger. Her eyes glowed faintly. "Found you," she whispered, smiling slyly. "Time to rewrite the stars."