Silverlight Terrace my only friend was the man on the moon, and even sometimes he would go away too.

He was so much larger than her that he knocked the wind straight from her lungs when he landed on top of her.  She coughed as he rolled off of her and gave him a slight glare, which quickly dissipated into a bashful shock at his comment.

Nobody had ever thought she was pretty — at least not enough to say it, except for Siarut and Screech.  She had always been too brash, too bold.

You're not, she said, but you're strong, and weathered.  Which was the equivalent of saying he was kind of handsome without coming straight out with it.