Luna is getting old enough for formal dinners. These are serious business within the lunar city. They help cement agreements. They often are often featured in courtship. They show the talents of one's staff at preparing the meals and the atmosphere and allow the Inhumans to exchange pleasantries and fellowship ( Read more... )

She felt almost crazy, almost foolish with the belief that she was so certain it had been Maximus who planted these ideas into her niece’s head. But Medusa had no other belief. She couldn’t think one of the servants had been so careless to say something like that near Luna. And if they did, they would have known about it by now. If not loyal to ( Read more... )

Like the others in the royal family, Medusa felt the emptiness without the princess’ footsteps pattering through out the castle. Not perhaps as much as Crystal, whom she still needed to speak to about her minor investigation. As long as the vents were truly closed off, Luna would be safe from further brain washing from her uncle. Funny how such a ( Read more... )

The halls echoed with the heels clicking against the dark tiles on the floor. Her hair whispered around her as she unconsciously began to braid it, approaching to the quarters where prisoners were kept. Not that they had many ( Read more... )

When Crystal found Luna's note, she experienced a flurry of emotions. It was probably a good thing that Luna wasn't there to see it, because the elements that Crystal was so closely linked to responded. First, anger that Luna had run off, and that Lockjaw had disobeyed instructions not to teleport her anywhere. That anger was quickly replaced by ( Read more... )

Medusa hoped the gardens would grant her a peace. Strange such a small space reminded her so much of her former home, though the city she was born in followed her through out her life. Perhaps it was something in the Blue Area of the Moon's air.

Her connection to Earth wasn't strong as her sisters though they both experienced the world outside ( Read more... )

Today was the day. Today, Luna was eight years old. Even though her attempt to find the presents hadn't quite worked out, she had gotten a nice amount of stuffed toys and things from her Cousin Gorgon and a promise from Cassie to go "trick or treating" and to watch movies and all that stuff. But that was later ( Read more... )

Luna was bored out of her mind. The only fun part of the whole punishment thing had been bathing Lockjaw. And only because Lockjaw was so incredibly funny when wet. At least when she asked him to stay in one place so he could be washed, he did. It had taken awhile (it wouldn’t have taken nearly as long if they hadn’t had a bubble-fetching ( Read more... )

I'm on the moon ( Read more... )