“Deary me, you’re as gitty as a schoolgirl on her first day,” teased Gojeck.
“Hush! You know how important tonight is. Help me tie my corset so I can be off. Yeah, old codger,” snapped Anya.
On the night of the harvest moon, the matron of Folksburywoods travels to Merlin’s Oak. She does this to celebrate the tide’s turning.
“Let me see. Dragon Lilly, woodworm incents, and a pint of my best brandy. That should do it,” remarked the matron as she headed into the night.
“To make a fire, here we go. These fire berries will do the trick,” said Anya. As the flames shot higher, Anya waited for the moon’s rise.
“Here she comes, my beauty; now things can finally get started,” remarked the matron.
Anya twirled around the flames while the moon rose into the night sky. She sang songs in a forgotten tongue and splashed libations of brandy onto the fire.
As the moon reached its zenith, the old woman bowed, kissed the ground, and threw her arms high. “We thank you, sister moon, for your many gifts and honor your sacrifice to the peoples of Earth.
In Ayna’s time, stories about Sister Moon giving up her lover were still told. She ran across the night sky so humans could see while the mighty sun slept.
Anya sat and watched the moon dance her way through the staring sky. She gave thanks for a cold night long ago when a young girl was lost in the wilderness. That girl followed the moon home to warmth and safety.
“I couldn’t have made it without you. Far thee well, my sister. We will meet again in a year,” whispered Ayna. She picked herself up and headed home to warmth and love.
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