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"I understand. I shall prepare myself for this initiation process." Lune walked out to a spot in the camp where the moon was clearly visible, then laid down, staring up at it.

The moon on this night reminded her of all of those lonely evenings she had spent, on her home's roof, gazing upon the moon for hours at a time. She was comforted, soothed by it. It would never betray her, or deny her because she had a health problem. In her mind, only the Society and the Moon really knew her, they knew her enough that she could trust them.

Thankfully, they understood her here.

She removed her gaze from the moon, and to the trees. She sat up, and when she did, she saw something glowing in the trees: The eyes of an owl. She gestured for the owl to come to her, and surprisingly, it came. It perched on the ankles of her crossed legs, and they exchanged gazes. They were both creatures of the night, so they somehow had a sort of connection with each other. She could tell the owl was quite wise, with a stoic expression, yet it was hinting that it had seen it's fair share of tragedy. The owl examined Lune's face, and made a slightly alarmed expression as it preened its wing. The owl had recognized her, as someone it had seen from a very long time ago.

When Lune realized this, a few tears rolled down her cheek. This owl had watched her grow up, as a silent vigil that has observed her whole life. "Why do you follow me?" She asked it with much curiosity. The owl made no effort to look like it was answering her question. The owl took off from its perch on her leg, and flew back to the tree it was in.

"Why does the owl find me so intriguing? Am I really that interesting to watch?"