Redhawk Caldera E.T. phone home

"Sometimes," Fox replied, "The moon looks like a circle. Like your eye when it’s wide open." Fox opened her own eyes wide for this, looking down at Wildfire with dull grey orbs (lol, couldn't resist the usage here) that resembled the moon more closely than her daughter's. "Over time, it closes its eye, like this." Fox squeezed her eyes tight to illustrate the point, then opened them halfway so that she squinted at her daughter. "Between those two extremes, there’s a lot of squinting moon eye. For every three times the moon blinks, a season passes. For every twelve times the moon blinks, a year passes." Those numbers weren't exact, but they were pretty damn close.

"It looks like the moon has its eye wide open right now. it’s lookin’ out for us." The brighter the moon, the easier it was to see the world below. "New" moons made for more difficult hunting, even though they were just part of the rhythm of things. "If you watch it every night, eventually it will blink, and you won’t be able to find it up there."