Cerulean Cape take me to your waters, lay me on your shore

cameo for now, feel free to skip!

She was often tired in the day, preferring the light of the Mother Moon over that of the sun— it was the Moon that danced with the Mother Sea, or so Meteora had been taught to believe, and it felt more natural to wake when the silvery light of stars cast down upon the earth. And so the silver woman lay napping, perhaps with others piled around her for all of their safety, and hidden away by some shelter— a boulder perhaps— the woman stirred at the muffled sound of voices.