REJECTED: Luna's wrath
des
figured
asn't me. It
woman who wrapped me in enough fabric to suf
step. Some of them were pointing and exclaiming at me, and one poor m
that shocking, but ap
reasonable, celest
f women who seemed t
e. Their sleeves were shorter, their colors richer, and their fabrics softer. I w
he streets until we reach
lry, and delicious-looking food (which I was still mad at for burning me last time). The air smelled of spiced honey, roasted meat, and s
as
ed moonlight and fabrics dripped like liquid gold. The shopkeeper a round, elderly man wi
ly, eyes scanning my curren
my fingers over a dress so soft
"Do you have
ked. "
"Yes. You need mo
? B
ever needed to exchange anything for anything!
ve hand. "No need.
stled. "That's called
. "How can one steal something that is meant to be worn?
y what I'm sayi
to think he wa
arms. "No mon
n I grabbed the dress
a dying goose before he sh
that, everyt
er me, someone even threw a tomato at me
called "guards" or "cops" or something sprinte
RIGHT
e with all this crazy lo
wind itself o
man's lunch into the sky (it landed on his head). Someone's c
pile of cabbages. Another one tried to grab my arm, but
in the madness, I mana
as backwards a
g it, and that w
s away before a doze
first time,
dea what t
room with bars that smelled bad. It w
g and pointing. They called me reckless, a menace, a criminal, a t
e cold floo
ed. "This is
cell snorted. "Yeah
head. "What'
he law, so now you stay here unt
at him. "
ttered. "Ju
AC
he guard choked on his
Oh, good. T
tle. But apparently, I still hadn't adjusted to mortal strength limits
kward, fumbling for his
d, stepping o
out was easy, the guards
corridors, and when I reached the exit, I gave
nked.
my hands together and sent a gust of wind
ll trying to learn how to use my powers
I was already breathlessly alive, is
soft, watching me quietly. Th
I didn'
tillness and the silence, who would miss such a t
ngs moved, they changed and bu
just
ause I really want to get enough of these earthy s