The moon was embarrassed. She also heard that she was called the Princess of the Moths, and she liked that nickname.
“And you guessed that there was a dragon’s back in the well.” It surprised me, and I stole your diary to learn more about you.
“But you said you found him?” - remembered Lou.
Corgi and the dragon walked across the floor in circles, face to face. They were the same size on equally short paws and equally long. The chanterelle grumbled, and the mossy dragon blew a few rings of smoke from its nostrils.
- Fox, this is a guest!
- Mshe, we are visiting! - simultaneously the girls shouted and laughed. It seems that laughter immediately brought them closer.
“You know, it happens that everyone admires you and loves you, but you cannot find that very best, bosom friend,” the princess suddenly said, and looked at Lou with black eyes like sunflower seeds.
The girl felt that her legs were frozen, and sat on the bed, throwing a blanket over her bare feet, and at the same time thought about the question.
“You guessed it,” she said finally. - At school I am popular, and it seems that I even have a girlfriend, but ...
- Me too! - picked up the halo. “A bunch of subjects, but they all see me as their ruler.” Only Mice is a true friend to me!
- And for me - Chanterelle! - intercepted Lou. - We are similar!
“I think so too, moonlight girl,” the princess nodded. “And I want to apologize for stealing your diary.”
She fumbled again under the wing and pulled out a clay lump that looked like a small, roughly molded human head. The head figurine had eye-dots, a scratched line of the mouth, several scraped strands, and a short neck-stand.
“I did it myself.” - The halo flew up to the bed.
Lou finally saw that there was a pocket on the side of the princess dress, from where she pulled out the figure.
Halo extended her creation to Lou.
- This is a talisman. Take it, please.
They don’t look at the gift horse in the mouth, so Lou took a strange contraption. Does anyone have any hobbies! She collects a herbarium of magical herbs, and her new friend sculpts heads from clay.
The present was heavier than it seemed and unpleasantly chilled the palm. Lou set the clay head on a shelf above the bed, between a vase of spikelets and a jar of chestnuts.
The princess smiled broadly, revealing sharp teeth.
- I have to go back! But I hope we will see each other again!
Lou nodded.
- Come visit!
“I can’t stop by to see you often, but while in the mornings the garden is shrouded in fog, I have time to meet with you.” So come on in.
The halo whistled subtly, and Mshi, who was pulling the fox's rubber chicken, jumped to the mistress. The princess hugged the dragon by the neck, and they flew out into the open window. The fog immediately disappeared, and the gray light went out, giving way to darkness. All that remained was raw dampness.
Lou lay down, wrapped herself tightly in a blanket and pressed Chanterelle to her. Burrowing her face in ginger fur, she giggled softly.
As soon as you felt miserable, miracles immediately began.
In the morning, Chanterelle, as always, licked the cheek of the moon and said:
- Wahhhhhhhhhhh! Wow!
Lou opened her eyes.
- Hello, Fox!
She looked at the bedside table. On it lay a grass diary.
Lou lifted her head and looked at the shelf. In the morning light, the clay head seemed not so creepy. Just with two holes of the eyes, grooves of hair and a strip of mouth.
“I didn’t dream,” Luna said thoughtfully and smiled broadly.
Chanterelle impatiently jumped out of bed and pulled the edge of the blanket.
- I get up! I get up!
The moon sank into the bathroom but saw that mom was making sandwiches in the kitchen, and a thermos was standing nearby and an electric kettle was boiling.
- Mom? Why did you get up so early? She asked.
“I slept badly,” Mom sighed. - Everything turned and woke up.
She really looked unimportant. Lou walked over to her mother and hugged, buried in a soft terry sweater.
- Mom, forgive me.
Cozy mother's hands hugged her tightly.
“And you forgive me.” I shouldn't have put pressure on you. We have our own family, Arthur has his own.
From these words, the moon felt uneasy.
“Well, do we make pumpkin soup today?” - Mom asked.
Lou nodded. She did not remind me that it was necessary to boil it yesterday, on the day of the autumnal equinox. But pumpkin soup is delicious any day, especially autumn, isn't it?
Lou went to the bathroom, and while brushing her teeth, her thoughts returned to the night guest. She thought so much that when she dressed, she didn’t even choose her socks - she simply absent-mindedly took the first ones and automatically pulled them to her feet.
“It's getting colder outside, put on a windbreaker,” said mom, handing her a thermos and a container of sandwiches. “And it's time to make street breakfast.” Probably sitting on damp benches or stones?
Lou decided it was best not to tell mom about the dilapidated well. She quickly stuffed the snack in her backpack.
“Yesterday I didn’t. Because I was angry, but here.” Alice gave you a present.
Mom handed Luna a small red bag. And Lou took it without a fight, trying not to provoke a quarrel anymore. Magic is magic, but she nevertheless liked kind mother more than pout and evil.