pumpkinthought

Affinity with the moon - including the moon's jealousy at being dependent on the sun.

Group of people like American Indians? who have affinity with Earth, these people are exiled to the moon.

Adaption to diurnal/nocturnal... cities spread around the rim of difference??

Look up Ratskins, Shaman, Shamanistic, Land-Sense.

Staring at nothing and hating everything she sees.

Understanding nothing but the fact that anything she comes to love will slip too soon from her grasp. Yet, never giving up, she'll battle on, though the way is hard. This is a thing that kills lesser beings, pushes them back and back until they lose the urge to move forward, instead turning, running from all they know. This is one thing that sets her apart.

But is it enough?

Lifting her wings again clear of the muck that tries to suck her body down, she moves forward, one step, one step, one step. Brushing aside the reeds that try to smother her path, wading through mud as sticky as treacle, and as unforgiving. There is a light ahead. Dare she hope she can reach it?

It is too far.

Movement by movement her strength is drained from her self until it is all she can do to fling herself into the reeds and hope they'll hold her, stop her drowning.
No matter what, she doesn't want this breath to be her last.

She's faltered one time too many today.

*If the world is your oyster, why would you want a pearl?

*A flower from the land where the seeds of dreams are found