Stories of the Moon and the Star

(I'm still getting used to all of this... please excuse my newbie-ness)

Dastardos laid on his couch with Luka curled up on his chest, the both of them rather bored and unable to get to sleep. “’ey Stardos?” Luka asked, “’ope you don’t mind me askin’ but, ‘ow did you and MoonLily meet?” he turned his head to look up at Dastardos.

“Why do you want to know?” Dastardos asked back, trying not to strangle the bird and tell him to shut up and never ask him that question again. “Well when I ‘atched the both of you were already close friends and you were staring at me as if I was some magical dragonache or something, ‘eh, I thought the both of you were my parents at first!” Luka chuckled. Dastardos rolled his eyes and sighed, having nothing else to do, “Alright… get comfy… cause this is going to be a really, really long story.” Dastardos thought back, way, WAY back until he found the perfect way to start.

 

It had been my fifth birthday about three days before and my mum gave me three awesome scarves that were, pft, I don’t even know how long they were! Back then I was able to roll myself up in them and they were warmer than any blankets I owned. Anyway, I was out at the docks waving my mum goodbye as she went back to her work out at sea. I had to hold Leafos back to stop her from leaping into the water after her. She was crying, like every other time we’ve had to wave mum goodbye and I had to also calm her down before the waterfall from her mask got out of control. We walked back to Jardiniero’s garden, which, mind you, took a bloody day and a half. He carried Leafos when she got tired and said he had to get back to the garden ASAP. “If you want to drag your feet and walk slower than a shellybean than that’s fine with me but don’t expect me to stop and wait for you!” Jardiniero said grumpily, not bothering to look down at me as he took huge, fast strides. I stuck my tongue out at him and shoved my hands into my pockets, glaring at him as he disappeared into the mist of the night. “I’m not slower than a shellybean…” I grumbled, “I might like taking my time but I could kick his ass in a race!” I walked along at my own pace, alone with my thoughts.

I came across a tiny garden as I was wondering. And when I say tiny I mean, like, half the side of my 30, 000 pinometre garden. I stopped and watched the piñatas and the small family all gardening together. The father was tall, taller than Jardiniero anyway, and he had a mask which sort of mimicked a mallowolf, actually, his entire get up mimicked a mallowolf. His half mask helmet thing was in the shape of a mallowolf muzzle with matching markings, his shirt having similar markings as well as his long, baggy pants, heck, he even had a mallowolf tail swaying from the back of his belt, he didn’t bother to weir shoes, I'm pretty sure he had a white bandana around his neck or something like that I don’t know. The mother only came up to his shoulders in height and she had a mask which reminded me of a tiger lily, it was sort of in the shape of a flower with a tigermisu pattern across it in a rather awesome way actually now that I think about it… She wore an orange poncho with black outlining of the rims and collar of it with dark orange triangles across it in rows, she had a frilly skirt that looked like a giant tiger lily that was simply turned upside-down and stuck to her waist. She had knee-high, orange and black, stripy socks but didn’t have shoes either. Then there was that little girl. She looked about my age with long hair tied back in a frizzy bun. Her mask was soft pink on the left side with spikes curving upward, looking like half of a waterlily, while the other side was smooth and blue, which curved up to meet the top spike of the lily half of her mask, the middle of it was cool and strange at the same time, it had a sort of cat’s-eye marble effect, the side closest to the pink was orange, while the other side was aqua, it reminded me of toothpaste a bit which was the strange thing. She didn’t wear any shoes like her father and had baggy pants like him too. They were purple with an aqua strip across them around her thighs, she wore a poncho like her mother and it was orange like hers too, but it had aqua rims and the collar of it was aqua as well, it was plain and didn't have any triangles though.