On nights like these the light of the moon blocked out the radiant light from the nearest planets and stars. It was strange to think that even the light from the moon was a reflection of the sun. Like the shifters it shifted too. It made sense that they were locked in with each other.
But the shifters weren't the only ones that had a connection with the moon. There it was, peering down at the two of them the same as any other thing that was available to soak up that borrowed light. She layed out on the bank and stretched out, trying to get as much of what the moon offered as she could. It did not hamper her ability to communicate. She didn't need speech.
There were so many questions she had but was afraid of pressing too much. Keeping it light she asked Where did you come from? Did you follow the circus?