Weaselhatter

The wind stirred making the trees rustle with activity in the coming night, the forest laid still in silence and seemed to drift into a bluish purple haze of colors as he sun set-The moon rose high into the night sky filling the forest with an ethereal glow-The soft sounds of whispering growing in number. The darker the night became the more the forest appeared to glow until rows and rows of beautiful bright glowing orbs began to form. They swirled around in the darkened forest, some would even touch and appear to be dancing as they did so. Just as the wind began to settle down so did the spectacle. The orbs started to shift and turn, short