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Half Moon

  I kept tossing and turning.

  I couldn't sleep.

  I got up, not disturbing Nightshade.

  I heard him snort and move around, and I was almost tempted to go back to bed.

  I decide against it, going to the Stone Hall.

I find my armor on display on one of the armor stands next to a torch, newly polished.

  I didn't even get the chance to carve runes into it yet.

  The armor was plain and simple, more for practical use instead of decorative use.

  Clearly made for female use.

  But one part was still missing. 

  The wing armor.

  The only thing decorative on the armor was a small blue diamond in between the eyes.

  I press blue gem on the helmet with my thumb.

  The armor compacts and shifts, molding into a simple silver chain hanging on the armor stand.

  I take the chain and slip it over my head.

  It feels light, unsuspecting.

  Perfect.

  I rip the chain off my neck, snapping it in two.

  The armor folds out on my body, covering my skin in less than a second.

  Reaction time is still good.

It still fits perfectly.

  I feel the bareness of no protection of my shoulderblades, but I would fix that in the span of a month or so.

  I tap the gem in between my eyes, and it compacts back into the silver chain.

  I start walking back to my room, but I almost forget something.

  I make a double of my armor, putting it on the stand.

  I then walk back to my room, satisfied with the double.

  Nightshade is still passed out.

  I climb back in bed, trailing my hair behind me.

  My eyes couldn't stand to be awake any longer.

  I fall asleep, cuddling with Nightshade.

Morning

  I wake up, stretching.

  Nightshade is still passed out, snoring.

  The coldness of my chain is still on my neck, and my hair is a complete mess.

  I get up, swinging my legs off the bed.

  I brush my hair, getting frustrated with a few very painful snarls.

  I wake Nightshade up, take him out, and walk around town.

  I decide to eat something.

  Moon angels never need to eat, but we can if we want to.

  I just felt like eating something.

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