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[fortunes_phase]

[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

Moon is still in her tree.

It's become a comfortable place, really. She doesn't have to eat. She doesn't have to drink. She doesn't have to sleep. She can just sit in the quiet, occasionally dealing with family or the wolves.

She has grown fond of her tree.

Moon, it seems, has no intention of

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[destroy_restart]

"The Moon, in the branches of a tree," Tower says, as he passes it on his walk around the lake. "How very poetic!"

Beat.

"Evening, my dear sister!"

[fortunes_phase]

Moon peers over her skirt-covered knees at Tower.

"I am poetry personified," she reminds him. "Hello, brother-mine. Have you, too, come to try and tempt me from the safety of my tree?"

[destroy_restart]

"And destroy the poetry of it?" Tower says. "Oh no. Silly people!"

[fortunes_phase]

Tower was a tricky one.

But he was like her.

He Awoke.

He hadn't been Made.

"I don't know what to do," she whispers.

[destroy_restart]

"What do you want to do?" Tower asks. "What does your feeling tell you?"

She is all feeling, after all.

[fortunes_phase]

Moon looks away.

"That the storm will be a flood. Rain forty days and forty nights and drown everything. Drown us all."

[destroy_restart]

"Surely not the moon who shimmers through the clouds and shines above the water?" Tower says. "And when the water falls at last, you shall shine on new land!"

Destroy, so there can be creation again!

[fortunes_phase]

She sighs, so tired.

She'd never felt tired before.

"I hurt, Tower. I hurt somewhere I can't see. All bloody and sore and puffy."

[destroy_restart]

"It has touched you," Tower says. "You are of the story now, not above it, pulling it this way or that."

[fortunes_phase]

"We've never been part of the path before."

She didn't think she much liked it.

[destroy_restart]

"Some of us have," Tower says. "And not only those that were Made. And now, my dear sister, it is your turn, to lose so you may gain."

[fortunes_phase]

She perches in her tree, distraught.

"I was happy with me! Me, not part of the story! Me, unsmooshed and uncalled!"

And then she covers her mouth, eyes wide and glistening with tears.

She had uttered a lie.

[destroy_restart]

"Ahhh, the young wolf of yours..." Tower says, smiling up at her in a way that is not only comforting.

But comforting, as well as other things.

[fortunes_phase]

She averts her eyes, picking at the bark.

"Ruin's. He's Ruin's. Can't touch. Can't have. Need to be careful. Tip toe tip toe, en pointe. Plie and turn and must be careful of the sharp glass. Prick the finger, prick the blackberry bush, and the path is awash in blood."

[destroy_restart]

"That would be true if you weren't of the story this time," Tower says. "But your finger is already pricked! Moon's blood is flowing, for the first time in ever such a long while. The first time since the Broken Girl."

[fortunes_phase]

A pained, almost raw sound leaves Moon's throat, and there is not an ounce of the human facade they wear in the sound.

"NO! Don't speak of her! Nononono!"

She begins to pace her tree, moving from branch to branch.

"No blood. No blood. Not yet. Must find the glue. Must find the pieces. Where are the pieces?!"