Cyclical [o22] Lunar Cycle.
The moon was high in the sky and they ran as one. They no longer acted like humans. They were children of the night.
Laughter stretched in the air between them and no one felt bad. They were playing in the moon light. There was no violence just good cheer and fellowship.
When the moon wasn't high they couldn't play in it's blissful light. Ten would locate flashlights. Then they would play other games in the night.
By the time the moon set and the sun rose they would be spent sprawled across the floor looking like a pile of puppies. Hours latter they would be up doing things on their own. No one would speak of playing tag in the moon light.
Laughter stretched in the air between them and no one felt bad. They were playing in the moon light. There was no violence just good cheer and fellowship.
When the moon wasn't high they couldn't play in it's blissful light. Ten would locate flashlights. Then they would play other games in the night.
By the time the moon set and the sun rose they would be spent sprawled across the floor looking like a pile of puppies. Hours latter they would be up doing things on their own. No one would speak of playing tag in the moon light.