Skimming the Moonwell

        I had a World of Warcraft dream last night. I guess I haven’t played enough lately so I have to play in my sleep. I was in a remote and lonely glen, the trees were turning red and gold and there was a chill in the air. I was approaching a vine-covered moonwell with caution, as I had seen something moving in the underbrush.

        When I arrived I pulled a long pole-arm off of my back, attached the skimming basket, and skimmed the leaves and bugs off of the surface of the moonwell.

        “What are you doing here?” a Night-Elf Priestess asked me, readying her staff to do battle.

        “I am the Pool Boy of Elune,” I said.

Ad astra per technica,

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