.

The excuse she made to the water spirits was that she was an introvert, and thus would not speak unless spoken to. Ironic since they were 'connected'. And so, Moon had no hopes of leaving, especially since she was quite sure that no one would ever like her enough to go off into any part of the world with her. She was quite average if the limited-time magical powers were scratched off the list. She was extremely average. 

Moon sighed, her breath fogging against the wind. 

Trapped. 

Useless. 

Immoblie. 

She was caged in this cute, foggy little village, with a parade of annoying water spirits. Oh how great it was to be a planet. Moon walked down the dusty trail, which led to the village square. The only jobs of a commoner like her were to make enough food to survive and pay taxes. The first was covered since she simply told the water spirits to grow a bit of food outside, and the second was covered because she had so much gold, silk, and gems simply lying around in her junkyard house that there was no question of paying a few measly taxes.

So her only hope was Terra.

Hmmm. Moon hummed a cheery tune as she slowly waltzed down the grassy path. This part of the woods, where she lived, was far isolated from the main village, as were the homes of the other goods. They were all scattered equally far from the village and each other. Most of the darn planets were never inside their homes anyway - even if they were all trapped inside the fricking barrier, they still had plenty of work to uphold their planets. Moon, for instance, ran the tides, rain systems, lunar eclipses, and magnetic fields. Work indeed. But today she had another type of work. Talk to Terra. Maybe make a decent introduction. I don't know. 

Moon took a deep breath, checked her outfit - an old, wash-worn, threadbare red dress - for wrinkles, and then adjusted the straps of her backpack, and dashed down the trail, kicking up dust on her way down the rocky slopes.