Arya peered over Mycah at the new catch being added to the jar and beamed. "Good catch!"

She let her dog go and watched him bound off towards her father, then took her chance to look around for any remaining fireflies. They had caught most of them already, it seemed, and most of the slowly blinking lights were much farther off in the distance. She figured they could let them go for now. It was best to leave a few free anyway.

Standing and dusting the grass and dirt off her knees, she headed over to get a closer look at the jar again. "We got an awful lot of them this time."