Hidden Grotto

‘Here.’

A heavy wet thud ripped Shani from a dreamless—thank the Moon Goddess—sleep. She blinked to adjust her eyes to a dreamy dawn sky to find a large hare dropped in front of her, Mingan sitting on her haunches, swiping her tongue over her bloody muzzle, perfectly unbothered by a traditionally loving gesture.

Shani rose into sitting, feeling less loved and more like the end result of a chore. But she thanked the moody Lovell with a soft bop ...