Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

In a way, Moonstone felt bad for Grayday. She thought that his ignorance, although common, was misfortunate, and she did wish to see him open up a bit more. I think that we all come from the stars, so if you ask me, I'd say that maybe he had been. There was nothing that existed that wasn't connected to something else in one way or another, including the two of them. Moonstone sighed and gave a weary smile, only a bit unsure of what she could and could not say. Normally, a filtered Moon was a bothered one, but she also knew just when to turn the switch on and off. He's a nice guy, I think. 

In truth, she didn't know much about him aside from a name and a title. Sometimes, when she was really lucky, she would pass by him during a hunt or a move. They would nudge shoulders and exchange greetings, and that was that. We aren't too close. He had a lot of kids and even more priorities, so I never really had a chance to get to know him. Moonstone had grown up alongside a hoard of siblings, most coming from different mothers and all from different sects. Thus, she'd only ever been able to really form a bond with one other spirit, and that was her own. My mom, though. She had a smile to rival the sun's.