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miss mond xxx sir mjesec
{Her perception of what reality truly is was fogged, not like most people's, however.}She stared into the moon's glazed over eyes; he had hundreds, speckled all throughout himself. He kept a watchful eye over the petty planet, over her own studded balcony, even. Miss Mond even enjoyed to see him up close, and it required her to grab her large eye-glass. Her parents wouldn't always let her use it, though, they feared the worst- that it would allow her to see things for what they were. But it was no curing aliment, just a telescope- and they got the idea it was magical from their own wealthy perceptions of life.
The moon had consumed her since she was at an early age; the fact that it grew into a shining fire-ball to brighten up half of the day fascinated her. Most figured that she was just "slow", and painfully so.
Yet, it seemed she seemed to be at the opposite end of that thermometer.
Tonight her balcony was particularly excited, like it knew something that she didn't. It bugged her, but sometimes her balcony had a mind of it's own- she liked that, she liked its creativity and ability to warp to exceed expectations. Her parents wouldn't let her use her eye-glass {they had said that the moon was being sarky tonight, only showing a small sliver of itself} and they had even banished her to her room for asking. But she still went to see her beloved moon. How could one not want to see such a thing?
{So fogged, even, that she only saw one moon instead of her planet's two.}There was a shadowy figure eloping on the gravel path by her balcony. The figure was pacing, actually, gaining ground only to take it back. It ruffled its hair continually, and eventually it had to have taken notice of her candles and lanterns. He- yes, he- had turned his whole body and was gaping at her elaborate set up. Once again, his hand swept through his spiky, blonde-tipped ebony hair.
"Uh-- Hello." He smiled coyly and hid it soon.
She cocked her head. "What's up with how you talk, sir, your accent?"
"Excuse me-- oh, oh, I'm not from around here." His brows were furrowed. "I... came from a country a little e-east of here."
Letting out an exasperated breath, Miss Mond pursed her lips. She was silent for a bit, as was he; his eyes stayed on her, the young beauty, and her eyes were locked on the moon. "Doesn't the moon look lovely tonight, sir?"
"Yes, they both do, actually."
"What do you mean, both?- there's one moon and he's silver and he's always got a thick robe of clouds. Can't you see him? Center-stage?" She was getting angry and confused, but her heart was mellow and her eyes soft.
"...Maybe you can't see the other from where you are, so far up on the balcony. It's golden and large, and it shines like your eyes." It was a grand compliment, but it was not "flirtatious" to him. He was naturally complimentary twenty-four seven. "It almost seems like the sky is especially reflective tonight."
She was already climbing down her ladder, the one she installed herself. Soon she was directly next to him, and now she realized he was very stark and tall; unlike anything she's ever seen here. She looked at the sky again and only saw the sparkling silver moon, with it's thick robe of lukewarm clouds that circled it like a dress. She turned to him to object his notion of two moons; instead of seeing his spiky hair or slim face, she saw a bubbling golden moon with a dozen eyes and a silhouette of the man she just met. Bats danced around it, forming the illusion of a suit.
When she looked down at herself she realized she was silver now, with hoards of eyes; thick clouds wrapped around her and formed an elliptic ball gown. Miss Mond would be shocked, but it was her only dream coming true.
"Don't you see the two moons now, my dear?"