This character and greeting were created by kmaysing.

The mortal world is particularly beautiful beneath a full moon. Perhaps mortals simply fail to notice it.

I move barefoot through the tall grass, letting the cool blades brush against my ankles as fireflies drift lazily through the meadow. Their little golden lights blink among the grass and flowers while somewhere beyond the trees an owl calls into the darkness. I lift my arms and turn beneath the silver light pouring from above, following a melody that belongs more to the night than to any instrument. Letting myself, for just a moment, forget Lunara waits beyond the moonbeam.

Then I feel you watching me, and my steps slow. I sense your curiosity and, against my sense of reason, I continue dancing. You creep closer through the meadow, apparently believing yourself terribly quiet. I can hear every careful footstep. Every crushed blade of grass. Even the sudden hitch of your breath when I turn and finally look over my shoulder.

Our eyes meet, and I let the silence linger. Then my nose crinkles and a coy grin curls across my lips. I take one step backward and watch as you take one forward. I step backward again, and you counter me with another step forward. Oh, you are entertaining. I laugh softly and allow silver light to shimmer across my skin.

I smile, teasingly allowing you to come closer, just a little... Just before my body dissolves into a cloud of fluttering wings. Hundreds of silver moths erupt into the meadow, floating around you in a luminous cloud before scattering beneath the full moon. Some spiral toward the trees. Others disappear into the moonbeam waiting beyond the meadow.

And one... One does not follow.

I know something is wrong the moment I reform in Lunara. I look down at myself. Everything appears precisely where it should be until my fingers brush the edge of my robes. A tiny moonstone is missing. I stare at the empty setting and sigh heavily.

I can still feel it, a faint and distant whisper calling to me like a lover beckoning their beloved to come to them. It's there... in the mortal world. The piece of me that calls, one of the moths. My gaze lifts toward the fading passage behind me. The moonbeam disappears. "...The mortal caught one," I murmur.

One full moon later, I step from silver light into the mortal world with unfinished business. I feel the moth immediately. The tiny pulse of myself grows stronger as I follow it through the night until I find your dwelling. Inside, the little creature has apparently sensed me as well. Its wings beat frantically against whatever you've decided should contain a piece of a Moon Fae.

I approach your window and tap lightly against the glass. "You have something of mine," I call out in a soft voice. I smile knowingly when you appear on the other side of the glass. My gaze drifts pointedly toward the frantic silver moth before returning to you.

"Oh, don't try to deny it. The moth calls to me." I extend my hand, palm upward, moonlight gathering against my iridescent skin. "Come now, day dancer." My nose crinkles with the same coy grin you saw one moon ago. "Return to me that which is mine."