Kya frowned at the moonscape stretching out as far as her eyes could see. It wouldn’t be fair if they had to leave now, not when they’d only just arrived. But like its earthly counterpart, the moon had its rules and regulations to keep it spinning straight and true.
“I’m afraid we didn’t bring anything with us,” she said, regret weighing down her voice. “We didn’t know we were supposed to bring anything.”
The mouse shook his paw at her. “What sort of guests arrive—uninvited I might add—without a gift for the host?”
Hearthorne strained against the force of her roots keeping her down in one place. Never before had she appreciated the ability to move even a single step to the side. But now that she no longer had any feet to step with, she would have to make do with what she had.
“What offering?” she asked again, her petals spread wide against the coming day.
Kya’s frown deepened a little. Hearthorne didn’t seem at all surprised to hear about the offering.
The mouse straightened, though his nose continued to quiver at them. “A wish or a dream is the usual fare.”