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.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.