Be the moon

Sedna’s tongue slid over the unfamiliar surface, and while nothing initially registered as odd, the gritty feeling against the roof of her mouth as she withdrew was entirely new. Her brows drew down thoughtfully as she moved the strange texture around and around, grinding it between her teeth. It didn’t seem to have a describable flavour, and even if she wanted to, she wasn’t sure she would be able to swallow the little crunchy shards, so she just kept mulling them over, trying to decide what they might be made of? It was more coarse than sand, that was for sure.