Since moving into the rainforest months before, the NightWing tribe had flourished. Plenty of fresh air and water and food made quick work of their groaning bellies and sour attitudes. (Even to the point that the usually reluctant RainWing captors were finally beginning to tolerate them.)
They started to smile again, to laugh and feast! Sunspot had always dreamed of a feast when she lived in that horrible smoggy place. And now, thanks to their queen, she had not just one feast, but one every month!
The full moon festivals had started again thanks to the elder NightWings, faithfully devoted to worshipping the moons in any way they could. Sunspot knew most of her friends caught on because it was an excuse to party- but she had been studying the ancient moon-worship recently. She studied the traditions for the festivals and made moon-jewelry to wear, and she found the old rites and rituals fascinating- the only thing moreso being the moon gods themselves.
Sunspot thought she felt a whisper on her neck as she rounded a corner in the road, but it was just the light of the moon peeking out to pepper her scales. She thought maybe one of the moon's agents had come to walk her to the festival, to guide her on her trip. Surely if they could deliver power as great as she'd seen, they could protect their worshippers. She wondered how many of them were out there now, giving gifts to the babies in their eggs, and how exciting it all was.
If only Sunspot knew, one of them thought her just as exciting.
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