No Moon of Mine (Roellen Central Avenue)

“I do not know of that species.” Her head tilted slightly, her good eye following him to where he stopped in front of her.

She did not recognise her moon, nor the stars, nor this new ‘species’ he supposedly was. “This moon…” she murmured, tilting her head up to look at it. Again.

He did not have the essence of divinity in him, nor scent of that corrupted thing, he was not a demon, nor a witch, nor some other hellish thing… and he was not lying.

“Is not one of mine… I did not create this one.”