"She's really our Luna"

Roxanne was once again out of the warm and comfortable wooden cottage and walked the snowy path with Rita who walked excitedly, nearly bouncing as she moved.

'So, where do I start?" She asked, half talking to herself.

With a new form of clarity, Roxanne looked around her and observed the village. The houses were not too many, but not very few either. She could spot over 30 houses, and she was sure there were others she couldn't see. Just how many ...