The long night had come, and the goddess had laid thirty days and thirty nights of moon-filled skies. Aera, the Emerald Isle had finally been blessed. A lifetime of prayers, offerings, and selfless blessings to her people had finally given Cliodna her dream, an entire month of moonlight.
As the sun set that final time, the goddess had come to Cliodna in a vision and told her that her deeds had been seen by the gods, and they would grant her desire to uncover the sacred properties of the moon but once in a lifetime.
"Make it count," the goddess has said.
And she would. Cliodna, druidess of Aera, had been preparing herself, her magics, and her followers for this opportunity for several human lifetimes.
She wasted no time. Gathering up baskets, and leaflets, knives, and clean cloths she summoned her followers and they stepped out of their alcove and into the countryside.
Those with the magics naturally within them saw it immediately.
What they had always known to be a plant that when boiled created a sweet tea, was glowing in the moonlight. The dew on its petals shown with their own inner light. The magical and non-magical kind gathered around the tall, purple-petaled plants, and tasted of the dew in the moonlight.
Some fell asleep, others recognized a taste familiar in salves used to stem the effects of poisons. Others who had minor wounds felt their cuts closing up.
Cliodna praised the goddess of Aera for showing them what they had not the eyes to see before, and renamed the flower that night to Moondew.