Even though she had been the one to ask what he would like to do with the time they had left, Nemeon still feels a bit of relief when Baptiste shows interest in seeing his favourite spot. “Of course, follow me.”
Nemeon doesn’t make many attempts to fill the space between them with words as he leads Baptiste through the woods. He is not normally prone to idle chatter though he probably would be tonight if he could think of a single topic. But he can’t, he’s too worried about whether there will be anything interesting in the spot he’s leading Baptiste to. Even without his voice, though, the night is not silent. There are other creatures moving around in the woods, making faint rustling noises as they pass over leaves and by branches. There’s the occasional rumble of a conversation but Nemeon is too focused on not getting lost that he does not focus enough to eavesdrop.
Finally the trees ahead clear and he glances over to Baptiste with a small, nervous grin. Now's the point where he’s about to find out whether the things that bring him joy are boring or not.
“It’s probably not surprising why I like this spot.” He tells her in a quiet voice as he stops just outside of the treeline. Ahead of them is a small clearing and it is dancing with the firefly colony that lives here. He’s glad they are still out - the bright little yellow lights fade when it gets too late. “A little bit of light in the darkness.”
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