The Moon, Given WingsThe Moon, Given WingsThe Moon, Given Wings by spiralsong
The tale is told thusly: that when the Moon becomes weary of the isolation of her pedestal within the heavens, she chooses to take a form, come down into the bosom of her Earth and move amongst the star-kissed forests and fields, dispensing dew, shooting stars, and children's dreams. On the nights when the Moon's path puts her closest to Earth, she forms a piece of her soul into a white-breasted hawk, and wings her way through her nightly domain, taking heart in the good things she finds. One Midsummer's eve she finds herself in a hidden clearing beloved by her Faerie kin, watching a gentleman resting himself beside a tiny cookfire.
The gentleman walks between worlds, yet knows it not. Neither noticeably tall nor significantly short; not dark and yet not fair, in a tan duster and a pair of jeans, he is the image of calm. He wanders from plainsland to forest and from peak to valley; he has no hearthstone yet calls the whole world home. When spoken to, he replies in