The Boy Who Would Be Luna
“Uncle Slate!”
Lucia immediately threw herself across the threshold and against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. She nearly disappeared into my embrace, this tiny little sylph-girl of pale skin and rippling brown hair. I buried my face in her hair, inhaled her scent, then stilled as I caught a new, rich nuance to that smell. The aroma of clean, warm fur with a woody spice…oh.
“Her name is Ciana,” Lucia whispered shyly, a beaming smile lighting her voice. “When we shift, she’s the prettiest shade of mahogany.”