The Daughter Of The Moon
I tell her softly and smile.
“Would you like something to drink, Luna?” She asks.
“If it is not a bother, some iced tea would be nice. I love the iced tea you make here.” I answer, and she smiles.
“Not at all, Luna. I will send out of the girls out with it.” She tells me, and I smile happily.
“Can I ask your names?” I ask.
“Of course, my name is Ella, I am the head Omega in the packhouse, these two are Marie and Julia,” Ella tells me, and points at the two younger ones when she says their names.