Do you blow by,
Like the wind,
Firefly?
Watch the colors in the sky,
And sing,
As time passes us by.
"Robin! The lights! They're…"
Nami trailed off, looking at the lights, which had turned white and blue.
"Is that-"
"Snow." Robin finished Nami's question. "Yes. It's the wind, creating curls of snow and Faia Hae."
Nami and Robin were still in the crow's nest, despite the freezing wind that stole all warmth. Nami shivered violently, the wind cutting through her then shirt and swirling around her practically bare legs. "We should get down, or Sanji's going to come up here suggesting we huddle together for warmth."
The joke surprised Nami, and she laughed. "Yea, it's time for a late dinner!"
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Nami was pleasantly surprised to find the kitchen empty, two steaming bowls of on the stove. The girls took the soup and headed up to the girls cabin, where they sat at the window, looking at the lights in the distance. Nami glanced at the log pose. "Don't bother. Illusis pulls ships in." Nami looked up at Robin. "How do you know so much about this island?"
Robin's dreamy expression returned. "I read about it when I was a kid. The history of that place…" She trailed off. Nami smiled a little.
"So Robin, what is the Faia Hae exactly?"
Robin looked surprised. "You really want to know?"
Nami smiled. "They're beautiful, of course I'm really interested."
Robin's smile widened. "It's sort of a story."
"I love stories. And we have time."
"Alright then." Robin sat back and began.
"The Faia Hae used to be insects known as fireflies. They were brought to Illusis by an explorer, centuries ago. Back then, the race inhabiting Illusis were Fairies. But the fairies had never seen anything like the firefly before. They set them free in the forests and the population of fireflies soon numbered in the thousands. The Fairies shared their magic with the fireflies, and the fireflies shared their light with the fairies. They shared a peaceful coexistence, then one day a pirate came to the island. He won the fairies trust, with his wonderful tales of the sea, of adventure. But he betrayed them, setting the island on fire, until all that was left was the great stone buildings, and the fireflies. The fireflies punished the man, weaving illusions of all the crimes he'd committed until he went mad and killed himself. However, the island itself was soaked in the blood of the fairie, and the illusions spun out of the fireflies' control, the raw magic transforming the land and the fireflies. The fireflies lost their insect form. They became something more, like the fairie they had loved so much, and they shed their shells, becoming soft floating lights. It is said that every time a man and a woman kiss in the old temple a firefly sheds it's fluffy cover, becoming a small fairie, in memory of the creatures that helped them become more then what they were before."
Nami smiled, looking at the blue and white lights. "It sounds wonderful. Fireflies, fairies,…I can't wait…" Nami's head dropped to her arm, her breathing slow and even. Robin draped a blanket over her shoulders, then fell asleep as the first crystal snowflakes drifted down from the clear sky.