Chapter 47: .
Moon generally liked fog. She generally liked cold weather. I mean, she didn't like being hot, so it was a given that Moon liked cold weather. And she liked fog because it was calming. But currently, it was scaring her. The fog in the barrier was a lot different - much denser. She could barely see her feet in front of her. If Terra had gotten lost in this mess, there was an even smaller chance of finding her, and a larger chance of someone needing to find Moon. Luckily, though, that probably wouldn't come to pass. Moon was comfortably dolled up in a shawl and good shoes, and also dropping rocks as breadcrumbs, so hopefully she could find Terra and get out of there.
Moon dropped another small rock into the grass, where it glowed white faintly. Moon rocks - a very old gift from Neptune. Moon was glad they had come in handy. She was very glad indeed.
"Terra!" Moon called, turning her sights from the rock in the grass to the fog winding around her, and up into the sky like forbidden towers. Gosh, she couldn't even see a single sliver of blue or black. There was no reply. Moon tried again, and then again, only to be met with the same silence.
Strange. But Moon had more or less expected it, so she kept walking, dropping a few more moon rocks nonchalantly from her hand. It felt quite nice to have them roll off the center of her palm, but as usual she shoved such unimportant thoughts into the back of her mind and continued calling out into the white haze.
"Terra!"
Nothing.
"Terra!"
Nothing.
"Terra!"
You guessed it - nothing.
"Terra!"
Moon sighed, dropped three more moon rocks from her bag, and realized it was now empty. She stared at the empty velvet pouch for a minute, which was damp thanks to the weather and now also empty, and then sighed again and took out another pouch from the inner ring of her cloak. Reaching to untie the drawstring, she poked her fingers inside, drew out another faintly shining rock, and then dropped it abruptly on the grass.
She couldn't afford to stop now.
With that final thought, she continued walking and yelling, feet padding softly on the grass and more stones lighting up a flaming path behind her. The stones made dull sounds as they fell.
Plop, plop, plop.
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