Cool moonlight streamed through the window, casting patches of light on the floor.
The young woman lifted the covers and slipped out of bed. Without even putting on her animal-hide shoes, she carefully stepped with her fair, delicate, bare feet over the giant python coiled beside the bed. She silently passed through a gap in its slightly curled tail and went out the door.
The two giant, bright moons were gradually and silently obscured by dark clouds.
Another Day of the Twin Moons.
'How long has it been since the last Day of the Twin Moons? It can't have even been half a year.'
'Why is there another Day of the Twin Moons already?'
'The normal cycle for the Day of the Twin Moons is once every 100 years.'
Yet the young woman seemed to notice nothing unusual. She pushed the door open with a vacant expression, vanished into the deep jungle on the outskirts of the tribe, and came to the edge of a lake.
