by the light of the moon

The oddity was so unsettling that she wasn’t surprised to see Plague trotting towards her through the blue mists. The colors of the fog and the shrine mixed to create an unnatural glow beneath the moonlight. Sunset eyes shifted from the strange night and towards the comforting features of her brother. There was an obvious look of confusion and concern over his expression. ”No, that’s the part that is making me nervous.” She returned softly, leaning into Plague’s form. Nothing like this had ever happened before, but it gave her a similar feeling to when she had broken her leg with that strange woman in the swamp…

”There have been many sightings of different strange things. I saw the same with Lament last night, and have you noticed?” She asked, her voice betraying her nerves. ”The moon has been full since mid winter.” How was it possible for something like that to happen? The waxing and waning of the moon was unchangeable, it was a law of nature, or it had been.