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Moon has been restless.
Very restless.
She's moved between various worlds over the last week, unable to remain anywhere long, and eventually her feet led her back here.
Something is coming, but she doesn't know what. A sense of anxious unrest has settled inside her, her path -- and the path of the wolf -- are blanks for her. It's something she's never known: not knowing.
She's curled up on the couch, her scarlet skirt vibrant against her white skin and white corset. Moon's just staring at it. She's never worn red before. She doesn't remember putting red on. But, there it is.
Red.
Moon has also known how together her mind is.
And that, more than the colorful skirt, unnerves her the most.
Very restless.
She's moved between various worlds over the last week, unable to remain anywhere long, and eventually her feet led her back here.
Something is coming, but she doesn't know what. A sense of anxious unrest has settled inside her, her path -- and the path of the wolf -- are blanks for her. It's something she's never known: not knowing.
She's curled up on the couch, her scarlet skirt vibrant against her white skin and white corset. Moon's just staring at it. She's never worn red before. She doesn't remember putting red on. But, there it is.
Red.
Moon has also known how together her mind is.
And that, more than the colorful skirt, unnerves her the most.