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Moon leaves Greece and returns to the castle.
Home is best for the annoyed tarot.
She settles herself on the railing of the balcony outside her room, her feet swaying in the salty breeze as she watches the sun set and the two moons rise.
It was wonderful being home. No minds or paths or pleas for help weighed on her. She was free to just be, and to be near her family. What good is one tarot card, after all? No, you need them all to function or else nothing worked right.
She hums to herself, toes teased by the air and her mind at complete ease.
Home is where the heart is.
Home is best for the annoyed tarot.
She settles herself on the railing of the balcony outside her room, her feet swaying in the salty breeze as she watches the sun set and the two moons rise.
It was wonderful being home. No minds or paths or pleas for help weighed on her. She was free to just be, and to be near her family. What good is one tarot card, after all? No, you need them all to function or else nothing worked right.
She hums to herself, toes teased by the air and her mind at complete ease.
Home is where the heart is.
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Moon closes her eyes and smiles faintly.
"I like being home."
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"Me, too."
And it was true. Because though she was not alone, it was not the same and being here reminded her why she was one of many and not one alone.
"I think perhaps I will roost a while longer, as you put it. I have missed it."
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"It's missed you," is all she whispers, content to sit here with Star for a long while to come.