Mira edged her chair forward, the skirt of her dress skimming the polished wood. A hum of evening traffic wafted through the half-open window, blended with the crowd of clinking knives. Eli sat between his parents, chubby fingers wringing his napkin as he looked up with shining eyes.
Why is the moon in my soup?" he questioned, lifting a trembling spoon dotted with equal proportions of awe and anticipation.
Thane glanced at him, arrested mid-chew. His mouth curved into a gentle smile, and he moved closer. "Maybe I was in the mood to go swimming tonight, friend. Doesn't every moon have the chance to go for a swim every so often?
Eli chuckled, spoon hanging in midair as he regarded his bowl expectantly, as if waiting for a radiant sphere to bob up. Mira's throat tightened. She smiled, but
