'Then, the second option it is,' the Moon Spirit yawned nonchalantly. 'Though I'm no daughter of any moon. I am the moon itself.'
'Yeah, sure. Amaris it is,' Jake confirmed, mentally ticking off one more thing from his to-do list.
Calling her "Moon" made him cringe every time—not to mention, how would he tell them apart if he met others? Unlikely, but after everything he'd been through these past years, nothing seemed impossible anymore.
The two World Spirits then left him alone to settle into their new temporary digs. Ray spontaneously shifted back into a glowing plasma orb and floated up to the top of the dome to indulge in one of his signature unproductive naps. Amaris, on the other hand, simply remained motionless in her golem form—the dome made any orbiting impossible.
Sorry about last week. As usual, whenever something unexpected disrupts my routine, my rhythm tends to collapse. Missing my writing session last weekend threw me off balance, and it took me a while to get back on track. At least this time, it didn't take too long. Between the guilt and the action paralysis, it really is hell when you're stuck in it. If any other authors or artists have been through this, I'm all ears for your solutions.