[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
[30 Minutes prior to the 'demise' of The Mother of Monsters]
"The moon's… breaking?"
The question slipped out of Tamamo before she could temper it; in her fox form she was perched atop Gretchen's shoulder, her nine tails draped down the girl's back. Gretchen shifted her stance slightly, clearly confused, but said nothing. She had learned long ago that silence was wiser.
"That's exactly what I mean," Ella replied. She sounded far too calm for the words she was speaking. The young girl stood a short distance away, hands cupped behind her back as if this were a casual conversation rather than a much greater revelation. She rocked faintly on her heels, eyes narrowed. "You understand how the moon functions, yes?" Ella continued, glancing briefly at Tamamo before looking upward. "Or at least… how it's supposed to function. I only figured it out recently myself. Studying it turned out to be rather useful."
Tamamo's ears flicked.
