The young drowned child smiled sweetly at the offer to remain here until the storm had passed. This was her first time in the apartments but she had been told that when she was old enough she'd be given a place to live here too.

Luna leaned forward and took a bit of water to write out on the wooden floor. 'I miss others.' She looked up and then continued to draw out more, using some of the water dripping from her hair to add to her watery ink pool. 'Lonely. Quiet. Not good.'

It was really hard to write complete sentences with water and Luna was getting annoyed that she couldn't write properly.