witching hour

It's witching hour when the scorn of the moon makes her way back to Druid's Moor. It's been a little while since she's seen it, and fall has brought interesting qualities to the swampy area. Selene loves it. Hey, she loves pretty much everything. It's the way her mind works. There's no far away thought to the fact that winter is coming, and maybe that's a mistake. No matter. It will come when it will, though the girl can never really be ready. She's bad at being ready. Winter was not her strong suit.


But it was a warm fall evening as she wandered the area, romping to a fallen log. There's a gentle leap, a light one, that starts in her joints and brings her carefully to the top. Oh how graceful she's becoming. Still, it's from up here that the starlit can see her beloveds the best. Stars. Such lovely stars. Selene is in love with them all, but the moon most. How fantastic the fall is.