It had been slightly over three years since Moon, Moon, Moon and Moon had arrived on the Island, the four living in the more temperate, sub-tropical zone of the island.It was still a bit early for Moon, or Mu’oon as his name was emphasized to sound like as he watched as the sun lowered behind the grand mountains and cliffs west of the rocky ruins on the top of the hill he had managed to climb up onto to watch one of his favorite events and reflect as he often did about once a month, sometimes twice, watching its path from over his shoulder. The sun setting was all right – the colors were rather nice though not as valued to him as it is to those of mainland. Instead he was satisfied that it didn’t seem to be turning into a color that meant a storm and turned instead to watch the shadows crawl across the jungle. Here, standing on the top of the rocky, crumbling steps of a strange mound of rocks organized to a flatted peak by long gone civilization, he could see the distant mountains on the other side of the mountain in the far off distance, dwarfed despite the fact they stood taller than the ones he had lived his short life in the foothills of, the jungles between already engulfed in shadow as they stood rosy and pale in the distance. He could only see two of the uppermost peaks, the two highest points capped in glinting white (Ice, something he had never witnessed, so to him they were glowing bits of moon left on the earth), so small from the distance, and only from this one point in his home, so high up above everything but the much more massive mountains behind him.
He was thankful he could watch the phenomenon he was about to experience without seeing the endless expanse of the ocean, the seemingly endless, and completely undrinkable and unwelcoming water terrifying – To him the entire world was on this island, and on some days the humidity and haze kept him from being able to see this. But today had been still, and calm. Perhaps he would get to see what he came to see.
Slowly, the shadows of what they knew reached the other side of the massive island, the shadows slowly taking over the distant mountains. Soon the little iced peaks blinked out of existence. He held his breath as the sky darkened, eyes wide and hopeful.
It was then that the Full moon peeked its edge over the two distant ice capped peaks he spotted in the faraway distance, and his breath released. To his mind, the Full Moon formed herself from those icy peaks, the ice being the moon in her most formless state while resting during the day, and today the weather had cooperated with him to let Mu’oon see her transformation.
A blessing perhaps – one of the Moons of the island had started to become round, only slightly, and he was excited for his friend for she was becoming like the Moon in the sky herself. Mu’oon wasn’t sure how it came to be, as no one had been around to explain the birds and the bees to their small herd of Moons so he couldn’t have known that the activities two of his friends had been experimenting with as they developed desires Mu’oon himself was a bit late at blooming himself, but the mare looked different, even smelling different, and she had started to feel life stir within her. Clearly she was born of the Full Moon, the most blessed of the Moons the young stallion had grown to worship.
He watched the moon for several hours before he finally picked his way carefully off of the still warm stone pyramid he had climbed down into the most forested alone – he should get back to the rest of his herd before they worried.
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