Lady of the Tipped Moon

She came out of the grasses, treasured orb in hand and looked around her. Her nose twitched as she tested the air. She had been dreaming, for quite some time it seemed and was having trouble distinguishing what was real and what was not.

This grass is real, she thought to herself and this lovely summer moon. I could walk for days and never find flowers as rosy pink as these.

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