In the name of everything beautiful…what is that horrid ruckus? Pipe down, let me keep sleeping… I just want a good night’s sleep, pleeeease…
“Miss Graveheart,” comes Mother’s voice, though it sounds unusually raspy and old and powerful... “I think you should wake up.”
“Mmmmf…gmf awhayyyh…” I grumble into my pillow.
There’s a beat of blissful silence before she clarifies, “Now.” Wait. That’s not Mother. That’s the Luna. I just told her to go away. Oh, no.
I bolt upright, and the Luna’s lip twitches in well-concealed amusement. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me!” Oh crap, the bedsheets have fallen off my chest – I quickly draw them around myself and pray she doesn’t scold me for my rudeness.
The Luna snorts softly and glides out of my curtained room, seemingly unoffended, and a sigh of
