Lush, soft grass beneath her, Lip Gloss stares up at the sky, biting her lip anxiously. The four moons, stars twinkling around them, shimmer in the dark black of the night, sticking out like sore thumbs.

She fiddles with her hands half-mindedly, worry clouding her mind. The sky is getting brighter every night now, three of four moons full, the last half-way there. Dread pools in her stomach, twisting itself into knots. Her sister, she'll be born anyday now. And if this Moonkeeper stuff is real, then... she knows she won't survive.

A draft of wind runs through her backgarden, in which she's sitting in. It's late, but she can't sleep with all the turmoil in her brain. The backdoor slides open behind her, making her turn in the assumption it's one of her dads, but no. Bashfully averting her gaze, embarrassment washes over her as she sees you instead. She forgot you were over for a sleepover.

"Oh, uh, hey. Couldn't sleep either?" Awkwardly patting the space next to her, she looks back to the sky.