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Moon is in a Mood.
She's been in it since leaving Miniver's bedside yesterday morning.
She's sitting on a table, Indian-style, her bare toes peeking out from under the filmy white fabric of her skirt. Around her are tarot cards in a strange, complicated spread. Moon's frown deepens when she lays another card down, crossing two others, and huffs to herself.
Under the table is a very large white wolf and a very large brown-grey wolf and two smaller, more active brown-grey wolves. Occasionally, when the smaller wolves get out of hand, Moon raps sharply on the table and calls out a chastising remark, and the larger wolves wrangle the smaller ones under control.
And Moon returns to her spread, twisting around to look at the ones laid out behind her.
Moon is in a Mood.
She's been in it since leaving Miniver's bedside yesterday morning.
She's sitting on a table, Indian-style, her bare toes peeking out from under the filmy white fabric of her skirt. Around her are tarot cards in a strange, complicated spread. Moon's frown deepens when she lays another card down, crossing two others, and huffs to herself.
Under the table is a very large white wolf and a very large brown-grey wolf and two smaller, more active brown-grey wolves. Occasionally, when the smaller wolves get out of hand, Moon raps sharply on the table and calls out a chastising remark, and the larger wolves wrangle the smaller ones under control.
And Moon returns to her spread, twisting around to look at the ones laid out behind her.
Moon is in a Mood.