They stayed for some time. Brielle took pictures of the pool and other glowing flowers, and the drifts of trillers moving from the plant to plant. Her own small triller, now named Lila, flew awkwardly to the plants and flocks, but constantly returned to Brielle, perching on her head like an exotic flower.
“I really thought she would leave and join the other trillers,” Brielle said later as they moved toward the flitter to leave. “She flies well enough now to feed herself.”