Hanna’s brow furrowed as the goddess smiled down at her. Her long black hair was free, falling straight down her back. Her pale skin was almost glowing, and she flicked a fan open as she turned to me. She gave a deep bow before straightening back up and focusing on Hanna. “You are surprised to see me, child?” Her voice was heavily accented, but soft.
Hanna froze, but then nodded. “You are not Tsukiyomi.” Hanna said it softly.
The goddess smiled and then leaned closer. “And you…are not from Japan.” Hanna reeled back. “I, Chang'e, claim you.”
Silence. I looked around the room, and everyone was staring at Hanna, who was frozen in her chair. We waited another minute before I squeezed her hair. “Are you okay?” Hanna blinked a few times before she sat back in her chair. She turned to me an
