✨ The Faewilde Chronicles: Lunarae & the Moonlit Mischief ✨

There are nights when Lunarae’s dance is soft and simple — a waltz across pale moonbeams, her laughter carried on silver light. But every so often, the moon asks a favor, and that is when things become… complicated.

This night began with a complaint.
“The owls are hoarding my light again,” grumbled the moon, his voice rolling low across the treetops. “They say it helps them see, but really, it just makes their eyes too shiny. Can’t you do something?”

Lunarae tilted her head. The owls in question were indeed perched in a ring, their wide eyes glowing brighter than lanterns. They blinked smugly at her as if daring her to interfere.

So she did what any respectable moon fairy would do: she stole it back.
She darted between branches, plucking little threads of silver glow from their eyes with her fingertips. But owls are swift and stubborn, and soon a chase was on — wings beating, fae giggling, beams of light tugged and tangled like ribbons.

At one point she nearly fell, caught upside-down in her own moonray, and was saved only because a passing frog croaked so loudly that the startled owls dropped half their stolen shine. “Much obliged,” Lunarae said, blowing the frog a kiss before twirling the loose moonlight into a neat braid.

By dawn, the owls had settled, the moon was restored, and the forest glowed in a peculiar patchwork of pale beams and leftover sparkles. “Messy,” the moon huffed, but Lunarae only laughed.

“It’s not messy,” she corrected. “It’s art.”

And with that, she danced the last of the night away, leaving the owls muttering, the frog preening, and the moon — just a little less cranky — keeping watch until evening called her again.

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