I asked the moon

Once upon a time, a coeurl kitten was walking through the Dravanian Forelands.

The coeurl climbed a mound and asked the moon; “Moon, the Sun is mad at me and burned me badly. What should I do? And please don’t tell the Sun I asked.”

The Moon laughed; “I don’t care for this kind of problem. Go ask someone else.”

Disappointed, the coeurl went its way. Soon enough, it came by a river where an opo-opo was drinking.

“O, opo-opo, the Sun is angry with me and burned me badly, could you help me?”

The opo-opo stopped drinking, raised its head and said; “I may not be able to help, but you could ask the Sea.

The Sea is well travelled and has ears all over the world, it could very well have an idea how to help you.”

“Where will I find the Sea,” asked the coeurl.

“Follow this river, it flows into the Sea.”

The coeurl walked along the river until it reached the Sea.

“O, Sea, the Sun is furious at me and burned me badly. Can you tell me what to do?”

“I protect all those who swim. Can you swim, little coeurl?” answered the Sea.

And with that, a big wave completely submerged the coeurl.

As it started receding, the water pulled the coeurl away from the shore.The coeurl flailed its paws furiously to not be dragged into the Sea.

Scared, the coeurl ran back to where it had met the opo-opo but it was nowhere to be found.

Instead, there was a chocobo drinking from the river.

“O, chocobo, I incurred the Sun’s wrath and it burned me badly, could you help me?”

The chocobo stopped drinking, raised its head and said; “I can’t help you, but you could ask the Wind.

The Wind travels all over the world and hears everything, surely it must know a way to help you.”

“Where will I find the Wind?” asked the coeurl.

“Climb the hill over there, it rises above the trees, there you can talk to the Wind.”

The coeurl climbed up the hill and before long it was above the trees and had a clear view of the sky.

“O, Wind, the Sun is outraged at me and burned me badly. Would you know what I can do?”

“I carry all those who fly. Can you fly, little coeurl?” said the Wind.

And with that, a powerful gust of wind blew and threatened to throw the coeurl up in the air.

The coeurl managed to barely grip a huge stone and, all claws out, gripped the stone with all its might until the air calmed down.

The coeurl was very sad now and had no idea what to do.

It looked at the land below, which stretched as far as it could see, and it seemed as if the land itself wanted to speak.

Staring at the sight in awe, the coeurl asked; “who are you?”

And the land, with a soft and reassuring voice replied; “I am Mother Earth, my child.”

“Child?” repeated the coeurl.

“Yes, I sustain and provide for all those who crawl or walk, my child.”

“The Sun burned me badly, the Sea tried to drown me, the Wind tried to send me flying, what will you do?”

“I will shelter you from all of them. Within my deepest recesses, no one will ever find you and you can rest in safety, for I am Mother Earth and I protect all those who crawl and all those who walk.”

And ever since this little coeurl found refuge within the Earth, all the coeurls prefer to hunt at night and they are almost impossible to find during the day when they hide.