The Capital bustled, as it always did. Poeyan tended to her Liju, as she always did, or at least had for a few years, and that felt like always, at the age of fifteen. The Liju flitted around in their cavern, thicker here than anywhere else. Poeyan set out a little food for the glowing bugs. They flew out from under her feet with agility, but still she was careful not to step on any. She had once, on accident, and it had left a glowing splotch on the floor, as well as earning her ample punishment. Once she set the foot out the Liju clustered around it and her, landing in her hair and tickling her arms.
She left them to their dinner, emerging back in the main cavern. The glowing bugs flashed here and there, and the children chased them. Poeyan hadn't learned much communication, but her teacher had said they enjoyed playing with the children. Poeyan turned to her home, an offshoot from the main cavern. Her books awaited there. Care and communications, history, anatomy as well, she supposed. Enough to fill years with just basic training. All to take care of little flying, glowing bugs.
She would get to go on a trip later, to see the other five varieties. She was familiar with the red Liju now, but there were green, blue, aqua, white and yellow as well. She'd seen them before, but never studied them.
Poeyan turned to her books. If she didn't get to the point she needed, she'd not get to go into the field.
Little Miss Author has been working on her description skills. This was practice. She did a very poor job.
There. Proper grammar and everything.
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