the Moon in Fire feels with everything. her body is full of light and flame. she is full of possibility and passion. she is creation, and art. she is emotion through action, through the sparks and flames and ashes. she burns like an ember. she burns like a star, never put out for long, a phoenix. her emotions are a blossom like a firework.
the Moon in Earth feels with her body. she traces her fingers over emotions like one traces the spines of books. she labels them. she masters them. she expresses them through gold and her hands. they carve her jaw, shape her brow. her emotions sculpt her as much as she sculpts them.
the Moon in Air appears before you as a tabula-rasa-heart. sheās the sky when itās clear, and yet sometimes, when you least expect, that sky fills. she gathers up the emotions of others and clumps them into downy clouds - angry clouds - tearful ones. she feels, but she feels the most with others.
the Moon in Water feels from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, from her lips to deep in her soul. emotion fills her like a cup, then spills over. she feels and feels and feels. her waters stir when the earth shakes and the breeze comes and sparks alight. she feels with you. she feels for you. her passions mount like the building waves, and shape those around her just as the ocean shapes the shore.
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