Moonspear you can see it in my eyes

omg trying to hypothesize why the moon is so big without using any human knowledge is HARD and yields absurd results

Liffey gave her friend a curious glance at his words. It builds up? She looked at the moon again thoughtfully, trying to recall how it had looked in the previous nights. Though she spent each clear night stargazing, she had apparently not been paying much attention as of late. Some nights had naturally been clouded, of course, but others had been obviously clouded by her mind and her own heavy thoughts. She frowned softly at herself for being so distracted, but she let it go quickly enough. It wasn't as though she didn't have a good reason to be so.

"I wonder if the moon just regularly changes size, albeit really slowly. You know, like how a frog's throat expands and shrinks when it breathes," she said thoughtfully, in spite of how unconvinced she actually was of this theory, "Maybe it just takes a deep breath every few years..." On some level, it did make some sense. Especially considering how it changed its own shape from night to night. Maybe it breathed as well as blinked.