The grass is so tall and Stevie is so small that Moone ends up losing her a few times, and she doesn't remember when but at some point Stevie just decides to fly instead. They explore the forest, which is filled with wonderful glowing moss, and eventually, Stevie gets stuck in a tree and Moone has to help her, and then Stevie finds some striped flowers and Moone isn't sure how, but she's talked into letting Stevie put it in her hair, and then she realizes that, oh no, now she owes Stevie, so she rushes off to find Stevie a flower and returns with a pretty blue one, and then they lay down for a few moments and Moone closes her eyes for ten seconds and suddenly Stevie is gone and Moone goes to find her and is pounced on from behind.
At some point, Stevie ends up eating a bit of the moss and Moone constantly reminds her that it doesn't seem very healthy, and then a few minutes later she throws up and Moone very cadually buries it and they agree to never mention that to anybody ever.
So far, Noran has been leaving her alone and she's fine with that, because she has a new friend now and it's Stevie and she's great, and they explore even more of the forest. Moone eventually finds a crescent-shaped lake and they gaze into it, crystal clear water showing them their reflections. At some point, Moone makes the stupid decision to try and splash Stevie, and her fingers sting from the water but the indignant expression on Stevie's face is worth it and Moone races off, Stevie following angrily.
Eventually, they both collapse on some of the moss, which breaks their fall, and take a few moments to watch the clouds. Moone sees one that looks like a star and points it out to Stevie, who remarks that it reminds her of Moone's bracelet, which she has on her right arm. Moone looks down at the star bracelet and, yeah, they do look similar. Then Stevie points out a cloud that looks like somebody being hit by a flying baseball bat and they both dissolve into giggles.
Moone must doze off eventually because she slowly feels herself slipping into a dream. For a moment, she panics, but she keeps the image of the purple crystal in her mind and just hopes that it isn't a nightmare.

Moone and Noran and Providence are in the Craft Room, and Noran has decided to tell Moone about the watch he's been working on. It looks more like a necklace, but instead of a gemstone or a symbol, it has a miniature clock on it.
"Because I'm so bad at keeping track of what time it is." Noran laughs, smiling at Moone. "It's almost done, I just want to ad a finishing touch."
"What?" Moone asks, eyes wide.
"You'll see eventually." Noran smiles. "I can't wait to show father. He'll be so proud!"
Across the table, Providence huffs. He's a year younger than Noran, second in line for the throne. Moone is sure that he hates him for it.
"When I'm King," Noran says, "I'm going to make sure that we never fight when we don't have to. We'll be peaceful, I think."
"You can't always agree to everything, no matter if it means peace or not." Providence growls. "At some point or another, you're going to have to stand up for yourself."
"Well, I know that." Noran drawls, not at all daunted, "But I won't start battles when there's a peaceful option."
"There's always a peaceful option. Whether you want to give up everything for it depends on you." Providence growls.
"Some 'peaceful' options aren't options, they're forced." Noran insists. "Plus, what do you care?"
Providence frowns.
"What do you think you want to do if you get the throne, Moone?" Noran asks, turning to her.
Moone shuffles nervously. "I-I'm not sure I want to." She mumbles.
"That's alright." Noran smiles. "I-"
"'That's alright'? Are you serious?" Providence snarls, "She is the only female heir. It's not a choice."
"She's a child." Noran defends, and Providence and Noran have a small standoff. Noran narrowed his eyes and eventually, Providence storms off.
Moone is silent for a few moments, then Noran throws his long hair over his shoulder. "Wanna help me braid it?"
"Yes!" Moone said quickly, grinning. She enjoyed braiding Noran's hair, and tried her best to be gentle and not pull, and Noran always praised her on her good work.
Noran was different than most of the other Ethereals. While they usually had pale skin, his was a dark, smoky gray, and he had bright red eyes. Little feathers were slowly but surely sprouting from his shoulder blades where his wings were coming in, and it left Moone to wonder whether she would get wings, too.
Moone expertly twined her fingers through his hair, inky black curls falling down his back in one neat braid. She gently brushed her fingertips across the feathers and he laughed.
"Does it hurt?" Moone asked, blinking.
"No, not at all!" Noran smiled. "It tickles a little bit."
"Really?" Moone fiddles with her hands.
"Really." Noran nods. "Oh-Oh, shoot! I have a meeting to go to. I'll see you later, Moo."
Moone smiled at the familiar nickname. "See you, Noran!"