The Luna Choosing Game
She leaned down toward the waves and shouted, “Please come ashore!”
It was adorable, if not ridiculous. I started to tug Elva gently back toward the shore.
We’d only taken one step back when The Oracle herself broke the surface of the water. Her seashells looked radiant, sparkling and glistening under the morning sun. Her scales shimmered as she approached us, with two of her followers at her flank. They wore matching colors, though not nearly so glamourous.
“Hello, little Elva,” she said to my girl, coupled with a kind smile.