Better Times
Cyth lays on the moon, eyes fixed on the infinite black of space. She's been trying to sleep for hours, but her mind is far too full for her to just sleep. But eventually she managed to drift off, heavy eyes finally closing.
She woke up and stretched, looking to her left to see her husband, Pompley, sound asleep. She smiled and as quietly as she could got out from the layers of animal furs that made up their shared sleeping space.
She dressed and checked the other room, seeing her two children: Moley and Dimp just as asleep as their father was. She sighed and walked off, grabbing a sack and basket and setting out into the orchard of her local village, intent on gathering her share of the crop for the day early.
She hummed the song her and Pompley had been married to as she pulled blue and yellow fruits from the bushes. She smelled and squeezed each one, checking it's quality before putting it in the basket or sack. Higher quality went in the basket, meant for her family, while the rest were for general use across the village.
Then she heard it: trumpeting. The loud, panicked trumpeting of her species in danger. And she woke, sitting up immediately, trunk bleating out a panicked scream.
Tears filled her eyes as she laid back down on the gray dusty ground of the moon. She wrapped her arms around herself and cried silently. No sobs. No more screams. Just quiet shaking and a steady stream of tears from her gray eyes.
Ooc: open to interaction, if your character can get to the moon.