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It had taken some time, but Moon Mist's life had finally fallen into a routine. And just as it had, it seemed like it was time for it to change again. Suddenly, those little foals who'd taken up so much of her time were no longer so little. In fact, her sons were now of an age where they could go to the Tree themselves. It was almost shocking to her. She'd raised them from newborn, to adult. They were now the age she was when she'd set out to carve a life out for herself. She shook her head in wonder. Today, she set out from the grove with her elder son, to accompany him to Grandfather Tree, to receive his gift. His own journey was about to begin today.

And Moon Mist's journey was perhaps ready for a new chapter. She'd recently begun to feel a new pull. Perhaps it was time to face Grandfather Tree herself, to have her magic deepened. Now that her sons were grown, perhaps she could do more. Each step through the Barrens strengthened her resolve. After Quasar visited Grandfather Tree so would she. She smiled as Grandfather Tree appeared on the horizon. A new chapter for both mother and son, she was sure. She quickened her pace a little, excited. While she certainly wasn't any Noul of particular note, this would be an important day for her family. Finally they arrived at their destination. Quasar approached without hesitation, but Moon Mist would need to wait. She didn't mind, she was patient.

Moon Mist waited patiently for her time with Grandfather Tree. Suddenly, it was time. She closed her eyes and a deep sense of peace washed over her. It hadn't been that long since she'd first visited the Tree, and yet it also felt like a lifetime ago. She's thought herself so grown up then, but oh how things had changed! She'd been so sure she knew exactly what her life would entail as an adult, been sure she'd known all the points in her own plot.

Somehow she'd heard that volunteers had been needed to rescue Wanderlust, of all nouls! Who could say no to such a chance! Even shy little Moon Mist had volunteered. While she'd rarely been out of Homewood before, truly only to be to Grandfather Tree, she'd still felt pulled to be a part of the moment. A part of history! A strange feel settled over her. It seemed so out of character. She wasn't anyone special. She was just a little botanic. Not someone meant to go on big, important adventures. None the less, she had trekked across the Barrens with the strange group. She had seen things she still didn't understand. Like those crystal creatures. While the trip had been successful, and Wanderlust's party recovered, Moon Mist struggled with why exactly she'd been there. How had that adventure become part of her story?

Then, barely back to Homewood, it was time for the Flower Festival. In her own garden she'd worked so hard, carefully tending and growing plants to help with the expansion. For that stretch of time she'd felt like she was right where she belong. In Homewood, in her garden, helping in her own small way. Much of the festival itself was a blur to Moon Mist, excepting a few moments. She remembered meeting the handsome noulicorn who'd seemed so interested in her, and in her story. Unused to such flattering attention Moon Mist hadn't been too sure exactly what to do. She certainly hadn't gone into that day thinking once again her story would shift. A little frolic in the woods with the handsome stranger had changed her destiny forever, again. Motherhood. Just barely an apprentice, and also a mother. That certainly hadn't been the story she'd imaged for herself either. And yet, she wouldn't change a single thing.



While perhaps her sons had detracted from her garden, she was sure that the delay to her own progress was worth it. Now that season of her life had passed to. Her sons were adults, and Quasar already headed to Grandfather Tree. Her task in raising them was complete. Now they needed to make their own destinies. But now so did she.

A sense of peace settled over Moon Mist. Her story had had many unexpected twists, but that didn't mean it wasn't her story. And that it hadn't shaped her. While perhaps those things didn't seem like the Moon Mist she pictured in her own mind, it was the Moon Mist of reality. Now she was truly an adult, a noulicorn who had forged her own path, despite the twists and turns.

Now it was time to truly settle into her place in life. Her place in the community. Grandfather Tree had given her a gift for a reason, and now Moon Mist needed to make the best use of it possible. In her heart she'd always known that she was a gardener. A noulicorn who grew the plants Homewood needed to thrive. Her little grove was meant to be filled with a bounty of life, and only she could make it happen. It was time to start.