Moon anxiously chewed on her nail, not paying attention as it chipped with a crack. A sparrow was chirping urgently at the window - probably a water spirit. But where was Terra? She should have been here by now. She should have been here. But she wasn't. Where was she?
Moon realized there was a metallic tinge of blood in her mouth - the nail she had been chewing had chipped so badly it was now bleeding red into her mouth. Moon muttered a curse and got up to press a napkin to her nail, tapping her foot on the floor all the while. What was the problem? She was powerful. She was capable. She was sure she could do it. For god's sake, she was the Moon, and easily one of the most capable planets, since the moon was so close to Earth. Why was everything always going sideways?
Moon frowned. lost in thought, the napkin now soaked in red and staining her hand. Without thinking, she pressed down on it, adding to the crimson streaking across her hands. Then she threw the napkin away and rinsed off her nail, covering it in a bit of ointment and a fresh bandage from a cupboard. Then she opened and closed her fingers. It was fine.
Things could still have been fixed if she took action at that moment. Better to do something than sit around and mope anyway.
Moon grabbed her bag off the sturdy vine where it always hung, kicked aside a large roll of silk, and slipped a dagger into her sleeve. She whistled for the water spirits to follow her.
"Everyone, Let's go. You - the sparrow - show me the last spot you saw her."