Luna and Felix: The Cozy Trail for a New Friend

Luna wondered if glow-moss liked being tucked in carefully. Evening in the enchanted forest felt soft and familiar. Luna gathered warm moss, patting it into their nest. Felix raced around a fern, laughing, "Beat the beetles home!" Luna smiled, their breath slow and shoulders loose. They liked quiet work, twig by twig, glow by glow. Then the birds went still. A tiny cry trembled behind the bluebell roots. Luna's forehead scrunched, and their fingers fidgeted with moss. Felix stopped skidding....