Zone D -- The Foam

[Clownpiece]

The silent night air hung heavily over the duo, disturbed only by the light wading of Dane as he pushed forward through the flood-grounds. High above their heads, the moon hung almost still, moving imperceptibly through the sky and casting its lunatic light across the calm sea. From her perch atop his shoulders, Clownpiece stared at it. With her vision the way it was, she couldn’t make out any of its defining features.

“You know,” the hell fairy broke the silence between the two. “The moon’s a pretty nice place.”

“Is that so?” Dane responded, continuing to push on.

“Yeah. It’s very...” she paused for a moment, searching for a good word to use. “Pure, I’d guess? Too pure. It’s the perfect place to go and mess around.”

“What does purity have to do with that?” he asked.

“Because when us, impure fairies go up there, it throws everyone into a panic!” A rather cruel giggle escaped the child. “You shoulda seen what happened last time! Silly Lunarians couldn’t even touch us.”

“So you went up there and ruined some people’s homes? That sounds kinda mean.”

“Well when you put it like that...” she muttered, sinking down a bit and leaning on Dane’s head. “But no! It was a bit more than that!” she suddenly straightened up. “Well, it was sorta that. I don’t know the specifics, but I know that my Master was kinda angry with them. It wasn’t like a buncha fairies got together and decided to storm the moon. Though that part was fun~”

“I’m guessing they must have done something pretty bad if they pissed off the...” Dane trailed off. “I’m assuming your Master’s probably someone pretty high up in Hell. So they really messed up pissing them off.”

“Yeah!” She agreed earnestly, “But anyway! The point is the moon’s a nice place. I wanna go there again. And maybe show them a lunatic hell~”

The swordsman pressed on through the tide, only vaguely listening to the giggling lunatic on his shoulders.
 

Danepiece moving from D14 to D10.