AiE Luna 16

>You stare across the moon
"Wow..."
>"Not exactly pretty." She mumbles "I've developed a mixed attitude for the place"
"I imagine a thousand years being forced to call it home would do that"
>"And now you know why I don't live in canterlot." She snarks leading you up a hill "I'll never get tired of doing this though."
>You reach the top of the hill. You not a small set of dug in hoofprints, obviously worn in from years of use.
>You watched as Luna took the spot. She closed her eyes as her horn began to glow again.
>Slowly dozens a dark blue tendrils began to extend from her. Gaining width and length as the quickly extended further than you could see, each one blanket over the environment.
>Slowly you feel it.
>The moon is moving.
>Holy. Shit.