She had been reading for most of the night. The windows were open, allowing for the cool night air to waft in....that it took Becca by surprise when she saw a Butterfly alight upon her hand as she read by the fires light. She let out a soft gasp, but she smiled as she watched the tiny, fragile thing flutter its wings, open and closed as it sat atop her hand.

In her peoples beliefs, Butterflies were spirits of the dead, come back to let those who had once loved them in this life know that they were ok. She wasn't sure if she believed that or not, but just the sight of the small creature, when she had reached a rather sad part of her book was hardly a coincidence. "Where did you come from, little one?" She asked it softly as she put the book down and rose. "Out of season for your kind.....still beautiful though." She walked over to one of the bay windows and lifted her hand out into the night. "Off you go....." The butterfly flapped it's wings, once, twice then lifted into the air. It hovered in front of her, fluttered to land on her chest, just over her heart and then fluttered to brush the tip of her nose before taking off into the night. Words....could not describe her emotions as she watched it fade into the night. Giving a deep sigh, she returned to her book, curling up by the fire. A butterfly at night....odd but beautiful.