When Ivy told me she needed to talk to me, a feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach, but I didn't think it would take her this long to tell me what was going on. She has been pacing the floor in front of me while I set on the couch at the end of our bed. Occasionally she stops and looks at me, opening her mouth to speak before suddenly snapping her jaw shut and pacing some more.
"Are we going to talk, Princess?" I ask her, but she doesn't hear me as she mumbles to herself. I stand up and insert myself in her path, grabbing her shoulders so she looks at me. "What is going on?"
"I met the Moon Goddess," she says, her eyes slowly moving back down to the floor. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I did. I was asleep and she came to me in a dream."
"Okay, that's not what I
