Then, Moon heard a sound shatter the eerie silence that had been drifting around her, as thick as the fog that was also drifting around her.
The sound of a snore.
Moon raised an eyebrow silently, and dropped another few stones. As usual, she didn't try to get her hopes up too high, and only concentrated on a dull pink glow at the edge of her vision. It was strange, really, but as she neared the pink glow, she saw it was a tree. A willow tree? Hard to tell. It did look like a willow tree, but those glowing pink leaves made it uncharacteristic for a willow. As she neared, the snores grew louder.
Moon ran a hand over the bark, fully expecting a bit of cold to leak through the gloves grabbing at her fingers, but to her surprise, there was nothing. It was neither cold nor warm. Curious, Moon took off her gloves to investigate.
The bark was warm. Now that she thought about it, the area surrounding the willow tree was also a bit warmer.
"Weird," Moon said, out loud, before moving on to the next thing - the snores. As she turned around and swooped behind the tree, she found Terra - safely curled up against the base of the tree. She looked cold, her hair was tangled and messily swooping around her face and spilling in green waves over the bark. In her hand was a strange, pink, apple-like fruit, which was half eaten. Moon sighed and kicked the apple thing out of her hand, and then scooped her up as best as she could, considering they were the same weight and height - which in this case involved swinging one of Terra's arms over her shoulders and dragging her in the opposite direction that they had come from.
On further inspection, Moon realized she was slightly shivering, so she took off her own shawl and gloves, and put them haphazardly on Terra instead. Then, she looked back at the stones, which were faintly glowing, like a path.
It was a path, technically.
Moo shifted her grip and continued walking, picking up the moon rocks as she went while also trying not to drop Terra. It was quite a vicious cycle, and Moon was starting to wonder if she should have dropped the moon rocks in an easier-to-clean-up way. But oh well, it was too late.
Then, finally, the fog ended. It faded away, and Moon was back on the cliff where she had been earlier.