Moon was further at a loss. It had been a few hours since her meeting with Supernova. If you could call a 10-minute conversation a meeting. Anyway, the main point was not the length of the meeting, but instead the fact that Terra had still not returned. Whenever Moon sent her water spirits into the fog, they never returned - she had tried many, many times - so that wasn't an option.
Moon, who was currently sitting on the edge of where the fog-barrier-curse thing began, and waiting for Terra, sighed loudly enough to make birds take flight from their spots in the trees.
"Where is she! Surely it doesn't take that long!" Moon yelled at a random patch of grass, which, of course, did not answer her, so she tore out a few handfuls of grass out the patch as punishment and threw them next to her left foot.
Moon, who usually wasn't one to display even the smallest anger, was positively boiling with it today. Why, you ask? Because she knew there was only one option.
Going into the barrier herself.
And she was … scared, more than she was angry.
The breeze whisked through her hair, sending her curls splaying around her face, dancing, curling and unfurling.
Moon sighed and steeled herself. If it was something she couldn't change, there was no point in moping around about it. It was much, much better to get up and do something.
Slowly, she stood, dusted off her knees, and grabbed her coat, which lay at her side.
Now, having cleared her head, Moon felt a bit sorry for the grass she had ruthlessly uprooted two seconds ago.
"Aqua?"
Instantly the nymph materialized, folding her hands respectfully in front of her and studying her with clear, graceful eyes.
"My lady?"
Moon waved a hand in the direction of the grass and blades of grass. Aqua followed her hand, eyes landing on the pile.
"Can you water the pile of grass when I'm gone." Moon said lazily. Aqua studied her for a minute, then, deciding that she would gain nothing from questions, shut her mouth and nodded.
"Be safe, my lady…"