The night always seemed to come to a standstill when the moon was full. Time would stop for her, and she would relax, staring up at the moon above. This she in particular had long dark hair, long enough that it fell well past her waist, but tonight the braid it was in let it fall directly in the small of her back. Blue eyes, not cold, but distant, like she was lost in a dream stared to that sky. They were not pale or washed out, nor were they dark or deep. They reflected the viewers image, but also one who knew what to look for could perhaps see an aura, weak, refracted in them.

The girl sighed happily, reclining into the grass she sat in, looking at the moon and stars, melting into the tranquility of the night. She disliked the glaring sun, instead preferring the pales glow of the moon that matched her own skin. Her eyes drifted closed, bathing in the peace of the moonlight,

Someone approached. She could feel an aura, an aura that sounded like a minor scale on her harp. She didn’t open her eyes, hoping they’d simply pas son by. After all, there was nothing to see her but a moon bathing girl. One would have to understand she was hardly in the mood to be social at the moment. Not under a full moon. Yet, the aura faded and she let her self relax .Soon the memory of it faded from her mind. She relaxed, singing softly to herself. But on a clear night like this, it was audible, so audible. Her voice was clear, unblemished, and san like the instrument she played,

The gentle touch of moonlight
Settled in the Darkness
Feel the message as
A sweet soft caress

Troubles drift to limbo
Suspended for the night
A sweet, calm, splendor,
Caught under moonlight