Title: Lunar
Author: smolder
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It was hard to keep track of the movement of time – hours, days of the week, months. Most didn't even try, it wasn't really important to their daily life anymore.
They did look to the sky at night though, they tracked the passage of the moon, and when it was full – oh, when it was full they danced.
Faith was blamed for starting it. One day when the atmosphere was too heavy - when the smoke from their campfires mingled heavily in the air with the smoke from the cremation of too many of their sisters uphill – she slapped her legs, grabbed the girl beside her, stood up and started dancing. Utterly defiant of all eyes on her.
She moved around the camp grabbing random people encouraging their participations with the undulations of her own body. After a minute of awkwardness and confusion, someone started to hum. Then another person started to clap in time. Soon more were dancing of their own violation.
Jumping over the low fires, clapping, humming, laughing, singing, a random carved wooden flute playing somewhere in the distance – a mass of people letting off steam. Living as loudly as they fought.
Every full moon, they remember to be human..