Week 5C: Pumpkin
Sailor Raspberry
353 words
He had said that she should visit Earth on the thirty-first of October. He said that she should dress up, and that he would take her out.
So she spent all morning preparing her outfit. A dainty little dress that ruffled out at the waist and curbed to an end at her knees. Venus said she looked like a pixie.
But when Endymion spotted her, he laughed. "What are you wearing?"
She made a show of looking affronted. "A pixie dress. Don't I look nice?" Just for him, she gave a small twirl. When she came to a stop, she placed a hand on her hip. "And what, exactly, are you supposed to be?"
He winked. "A prince." Grasping her delicate little pixie hand, he pulled her over to him and handed her a woven basket. "Come on, the night awaits us."
Serenity kept close to Endymion the entire time. She refused to go up to houses by herself. Thus, as he led her to and from the pathways, he had to endure the surprised expressions of townspeople as they rushed out what they deemed appropriate introductions and dumped candy into his lady's basket.
As they walked away from the most recent home, Serenity grabbed his arm, eyes wide. "Endymion," she breathed, shaking him furiously. "What is that atrocious thing?"
He followed her pointing finger to the house across the street where a jack o' lantern sat. "That's a pumpkin."
"What's a pumpkin?"
Endymion looked down at her. "You don't have pumpkins on the moon?"
She shook her head. "Why is it so ugly?"
He shrugged. "Some town folk think carving pumpkins like that will make feasible bad spirits stay away."
Serenity scrunched up her nose. "You Earth people are really weird."
He shrugged the comment off. "At least we have pumpkins here."
"Why would we want those hideous things on the moon?"
"Because they make really good pumpkin pie."
Serenity perked. "Really? Maybe I should invest in my very own pumpkin stash." She licked her lips. "Pies are my favorite."
Endymion laughed and tugged her closer. "You're quite the odd one, Serenity."