Rayne

Flitting through the twilit trees, she found the river. Rayne's pale wings were the easiest to be seen in the dying light. She twirled above the rippling waters as they flowed onward. It splashed over rocks and branches with soft sounds that tickled her ears.
Her wings flicked and fluttered as she twisted through the air, bursting from the cover of the trees. Here the ground was level and grassy. That grass grew thickly, though its season had only just begun.
With a soft sigh she flopped down onto the grass. It bent easily beneath her, the thick blades nearly cradling her body as she stretched out in it. Her chest heaved with heavy pants from the wild flight. Eyes half closed, she watched the gradually appearing stars twinkle high above her. The horizon grew dim as she fell from consciousness. The moon rose above the sleeping dragon. Its soft beams hardly betrayed her mottled form. Wildlife came and went, passing her without a moment's thought.
Around midnight, she awoke. Her eyes easily adjusted to the low moonlight. Something seemed off; there was another source of light. As she looked around, it seemed as if the stars had joined her in the lush field. They danced through the air in wobbly paths only they could see.
One wavered towards her. It landed on her nose. Her eyes tracked it, crossing awkwardly to try and see it. Six little legs danced lightly on the tip of her snout and wings folded on the bug's back. Its rear half blazed like a minuscule fire. She growled softly in amazement, but even that soft noise started the firefly. It took off like lightning, back into the air with its kin.
They whirled through the air, some venturing near while others kept their distance. Occasionally one would venture near, then take to the air, climbing high. She wriggled her rump, then went up, following them.
She flapped her wings rhythmically, trying not to startle them too badly with her usually erratic flight. She gave a glimmering, toothy grin as they veered near to her. "You're just like me!" She giggled, twisting to see her glowing, spark-like markings.
The air seemed to hum around her; she could almost hear their words, "You're just like us."
She giggled with glee and spiraled up into the air. The bugs fell from her and wobbled through the air far below. She was filled with renewed energy and ready to move on.