Jun 12, 2015
enemyofdreamside
“Evening, Horatio.”
A fog crept through the wooded region of Aelluria as the moon hung brightly in the sky-- a perfect setting for a horror film, perhaps, but it was a regular view that its residents were quite accustomed to. Luna glided like the mist itself to stand near her neighbor and observe the night sky.
“What are you doing out so late, if I might be so bold to ask?” She didn’t think he was much of a troublemaker-- he was an old man, one with a doctorate, none the less-- but if there was something troubling her citizens she wished to know. She was a practicing psychologist once, after all.
