It was with partial exhaust and partial excitement that Mai
collapsed onto the couch. The last couple of weeks had sent her from place to
place, from a rough night at the Illusion, to the comfort and kindness of Curt’s
home, and finally home again, armed with an ax borrowed from a strange old man
in the woods to rid her abode of any remaining no-longer-lethal roots. It hadn’t
been an easy task, but with every ounce of her spare time, it was finally done.
Not one hint of the vile roots remained, and she was quite proud of that. She
thought it was cause to celebrate. Mai dug her phone of her pocket and scrolled
through her slim list of contacts. Perhaps she would just celebrate by herself.
She glanced out her window just in time to see the last
glimmer of sunset vanish as night took over. A strange feeling raced through
her. She crossed to the window, peering out. She had read about the blue moon
that was coming soon, perhaps it had arrived. It was certainly not going to be
a picnic for any wolves in the area, she was sure. A good time to stay insi—no.
No. This was the time to be out in the forest. She felt it calling to her again
and she wanted to go, more than anything. She turned from the window, rubbing
her forehead, trying to figure out what was going on. She was unsure what kind
of effect thing kind of thing would have on someone of her kind, on a kitsune.
Mai sat down at her laptop, pulling up her blog and
scrolling through some posts. Others were talking about the moon as well. The
forest continued to call to her. She pulled up a box and began to type. She was
in the middle of a thought when she felt a strange and sudden surge of power flow
through her. She tried to hold it back, but she could not. Over 200 years old,
and she could not. What the hell was going on? The shock pulsed into her
laptop, shorting it out almost immediately. What the hell was going on? The
thought repeated. She hardly had time to ponder when she felt the forest
calling to her once more.
She wanted to go. And so she would.