Explanations and Dinner

Peter sat there with his plate of food relatively untouched. He’d expected her to come up here and instantly want to know what he and Franco would like to do with her. Instead, she launched into her family, coming to see her about something weird in the woods, and they should disregard anything unusual about her family.

“May I ask what you mean about unusual?” Franco asked, between shovelling large chunks of food into his mouth. He didn’t notice until an empty spoon reached his mouth that he’d finished. At least, someone was enjoying the food he’d made.

“Well… Promise not to hate me? I’m a hybrid, actually. One of three born during a Strawberry Moon. I’m the oldest and born just minutes before the moon hit its zenith. Sapphire is the next, born during the zenith, and then there’s Ivory born minutes after the zenith. By the blank looks on your faces, you don’t know what that means. Okay, it’s a weird thing that happens… Well, once in a blue moon. Or a strawbe