Third Night: The Longest Night

[raisethemoon]

[Luna peers critically into the camera as it comes on. For once, it isn't wrapped in the pale blue shimmer of her magic; she reaches out a hoof to straighten it slightly.]

Excellent. Hold steady, Noctis.

[She turns and paces slowly away, to the edge of what turns out to be the belltower.] Tonight is the night of the Winter Moon Festival. My festival. 'Twas to be our first in...in some time. We had meant to gift our subjects with a grand and glorious sky, to show them all that -

[She stops, sounding near tears, and tosses her mane in frustration. Then, visibly composing herself, she takes a deep breath and lowers her head, her horn glowing first blue and then a bright silver as she takes flight. The silver light coalesces around and in front of her as she rises, until she is silhouetted against what seems to be a huge, brilliantly shining full moon, hanging high in the sky above Traverse Town.

Luna lands again, her horn still glowing faintly as she maintains the illusion. She's a little out of breath, but smiling triumphantly and somewhat defiantly.]

Tonight, there shall be a moon!

Comments

[frostyfuntimes]

[that gives him pause.]

Wow. That long...and you didn't interact with anybody else during that time?

[You can hear the sympathy in his voice. He had only dealt with that sort of loneliness for 300 years. He didn't want to think about what he would have done if he had dealt with this for even a few more decades, let alone centuries.]

I'm sorry Luna. I...kinda know what that's like. Until I came here no one could see me. People walked right through me and didn't acknowledge me at all. It was like that for me...for about 300 years.

But maybe if things changed for you, they can change for me too.

[raisethemoon]

Yes. Yes, we do believe they can.

[frostyfuntimes]

[He smiles.]

Right. So, back to the snowbear. Are we missing anything?

[raisethemoon]

Ah, yes!

[She turns back to it, trotting a critical circle around their creation.]

I think not! 'Tis quite the imposing beast.

[frostyfuntimes]

You have a knack for this.

[Jack gives it a look over too and he's pretty proud of their work.]

[raisethemoon]

I hath sculpted often with moon dust, in the past.

[She's pleased with it too, reaching out a wing to smooth an angle.]

[frostyfuntimes]

With dust? That actually works?

[raisethemoon]

It takes some effort.