She can't sleep. Perhaps it's the moon. Or perhaps... the Spring.
Mar'i fumes and kicks the blankets away. Her bedclothes literally fly through the room and heap up in a messy bundle by the door.
Spring makes her feel so... bubbling with life? Unruly? Restless? Hm. The girl wonders if that feeling has something to deal with her alien heritage.
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