Author’s Note: Well, this one took a couple odd turns on me. They were talking about one thing, and then it was about something completely different. Poor Luna, though. She gets stuck solving everyone’s problems… and never gets enough rest.
“Luna is sleeping. Go away,” she said, pulling her blanket over her head. He smiled, amused by her antics. She was not asleep, and that was obvious just by the fact that she spoke. She should know better, but then he expected she was very tired after all the driving and traveling. She did not have the limitless energy of a black hole or of a member of a hive.
Then again, she had seemed to lose some of her radiance after her father called her. She had argued with him over money, and that seemed to have lowered her spirits. She’d ignored several signs along the road that he thought she would have turned off for, and he didn’t know that their road trip could continue for much longer.
The money. They didn’t have the necessary funds, not to keep up with the car and the food that Luna and Alvin needed. Not every novelty stop was free, and that took money, too, and he did not know how much Luna had left with, and she might not have enough now. He should ask her.
He would, when she was more rested.
He didn’t want her getting sick or anything. He wanted her to keep her safe and healthy.
“Not you, too. Take Alvin somewhere and amuse him so that I can get some sleep.”
He knelt down next to her. “This is not because of your father, is it? About the money?”
“You don’t have to worry about money, Tynan.”
“You do, and I don’t want you to miss out on what you want to see or do because you do not have the funds for it, nor do I want to be a burden upon you since you are traveling mostly for my sake. I would not want to harm you in that way, either.”
She pushed down the blanket. “All I want right now is to sleep. I’m just a bit tired, and I don’t want to think about money or fight about it. You know why people are always so unhappy? Money. It’s always about money. They don’t have enough, or they spent it foolishly, or they think they need to make more, always pushing for things that don’t matter…”
“Were your parents like that?”
“No. Well, sometimes. Everyone is.”
“I cannot handle money, and it has no value for me,” he told her. “Does that make it… better or worse, do you think?”
“In some ways better. In others, not as much. Look, I paid for the motel room for a change. I’m tired, and I want to sleep. You and Alvin don’t have to stay with me, but you have to let me sleep.”
Alvin sighed. “We miss our hive.”
Luna sat up, frowning. “Are you saying you want to go home, Alvin?”
The wings stopped beating, and he settled on the table, sighing. “We do not know. We just know it is not the same. We are… lonely. We have friend Luna and Tynan the vortex, but we are lonely.”
She put a hand to her head, her hair a mess, painted strands caught together and twisted in odd ways. He thought she did look very tired indeed. “Oh, Alvin. I don’t know what we can do about that. I’d say you need a girlfriend but—”
“You are girlfriend. You are a friend. A girl. So, girlfriend.”
She groaned, putting her head down on the pillow. “I’m not anyone’s girlfriend, Alvin. Just… Let me get some sleep, and I’ll try and figure out something in the morning, okay?”
Alvin nodded. “Yes, Friend Luna.”
“Come with me. We will find some way of amusing ourselves—and making you less lonely—that does not disturb Luna’s rest.”