TCG: Chapter 2

Sometimes I wish I never had to become Luna and Willow did because the work is a terrible amount of pressure, and I'm tired!

I'd rather stay at home all day and run after my children since it's easier and more fun than signing off documents regarding scholarships in acting...actually that's also important. Still, I'm sure it's easy to understand what I mean.

However, I want to be a housewife!

I hate how I'm such a responsible Luna who cares about the future of her people, who are not even her species. I hate how I dug this hole for myself by suggesting the idea of a life which is possibly more than patrolling the borders or just carrying children for men and yourself sometimes. And here, sometimes is rare.

Anyway, I also hate how Lunaria is always up in my ear or how she's glaring hard at me right now. Tired of her stares, I threw a crumbled paper at the chair she sat on and watched her displayed image disappear into thin air.

"It takes more than crumbled paper to get rid of me," she