Moonstone Tinkerbell

Channel the energy of Moonstone Tinkerbell to balance creativity and rest.

Tinkerbell hovered over him for a moment. The moonstone glow within her began to fade as the night wore on and the moon began its descent. The heavy, grounding energy was draining away, replaced by the familiar, crackling spark of her old self. moonstone tinkerbell

As she tinkered, Luna's creations began to take shape. A delicate, moonlit music box, adorned with glittering gemstones, started to play a lullaby that seemed to match the rhythm of the fairies' wings. A shimmering, crystal orb, filled with the soft light of the moon, glowed brightly on Luna's workbench. Channel the energy of Moonstone Tinkerbell to balance

It didn't feel like starlight. Starlight was sharp and prickly, a quick sugar rush. Moonlight was slow. It was thick, like honey, and cold, like the water in the Mermaid Lagoon. The heavy, grounding energy was draining away, replaced

She felt heavy, but in a good way. She felt grounded. The constant chatter in her mind—the jealousy of Wendy, the irritation at the boys—washed away, replaced by a deep, ancient wisdom. She felt the pull of the tides; she felt the slow growth of the trees in the forest; she felt the dreams of the sleeping Lost Boys drifting like clouds above the trees.

Her dress turned back to a jagged leaf. Her skin turned back to pale porcelain. The milky blue light sharpened back into a piercing white.