“Hark!”, a shrill voice pleads. “You! Tired-looking commoner.”
The summon catches you off guard in the cold, silent streets of Sherbrooke. Amused by its choice of words, you turn absent-mindedly to its origin. You’re startled once more, this time by the sight before you.
A little lady, wings on her back, wearing a delicate robe adorned with faint polka dots. Contrasting with this precious look, she’s also carrying a hiker’s backpack, sleeping bag, and thermal flask in tow. She must be wearing a costume of sorts, you reason, for some kind of festivity. Something like that.
“Your kind is always chasing after your ‘dreams’ am I not right?”, she continues. “Well, you are in luck! For you stumbled upon none other than Lunina, Wish Granter Extraordinaire!”
It's mid-November and I still have to deal with rain instead of snow so I'm making it your problem by sharing this lil short story I wrote about the season!