Luna found herself in the forest. It was cold and veiled by snow. Turning around with her bare feet, she grabbed her arms and rubbed them. Then her hands moved on her eyes, touching them, yes, she could see but what was she doing here?
How did the feast end up there?
"Where am I?" She repeated to herself.
"Where can some people predict the future, Luna?"
She shifted to where the source of the voice was. That old peasant in tattered old-fashioned clothing. She had pinned up gray hair and approached Luna.
"Did we meet before?"
Luna asked, puffing her breath out of her stiffed chest.
The woman smiled, her wrinkles ran deeper.
"We did, darling! You bought me a loaf of bread."
Her purple eyes were glowing. Luna thought about it, she didn't do such a thing already.
"When?"
