marumi name : Galateia
prompt :Galateia was born from her milky white egg on the night of a waxing moon. Her life was not fated to be prophetic, like those born on the full moon, nor lonely and dull, like those born on the new moon. However, it was fated to burst forth in a show of life that strives to exceed its boundaries.
Her damp wings took far too long to unfurl and her dense fur made graceful flight difficult. Though fly she did, clumsily and with wings whose tips were still drooping. She kept up with the others the best she could, and they accepted her with love despite her lack of ability. She soon became aware that the bright green wings of her peers glowed with a sheen of lilac, violet, indigo, and deep blue when the moon cast its pearly rays upon them. While her wings, heavy and always feeling soggy, were matte.
No longer able to withstand her own gloomy disposition at the way her current physical state had effected her, Galateia flew to the Moon-Maiden; a Marumi with long, opalescent, silky wings who communed with the moon and shared her blessings with the flight.
The Moon-Maiden told Galateia that her heavy wings were meant to endure a long journey to find their glimmer. Only then, would she finally experience the true way of flight. Galateia, of course, protested at the unfairness, and was met with a scowl.
"Such is the fate of a Marumi of the waxing moon, you must chase that which will fulfill your life. Much unlike those born under the full moon, who a fulfilling life is handed to," Moon-Maiden chuckled; some sort of inside joke with fate that perhaps the moon had shared with her.
Galateia took the sky in an instant and flew far from the glen, far from the familiar trees and stones and fields of flowers. She made for the ocean and took the salty spray straight to her wings. It crusted her fur and made flying more difficult, though the full moon danced on the waves.
It was then that she realized. The salt crystallized in a thin layer on her wings and when the moonlight caught them, they shimmered like a million diamonds. The layer of salt stiffened her wings which allowed her to glide, rather than try to flap them, and suddenly, she was far above the sea.
Plenilune.
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