Another town, another tavern. Drinks flowed freely, and spirits were high. It was the perfect setting for a story, and, of course, for a little music. The mare in the corner smiled, strumming her lute’s strings. As she did, nearby patrons turned her way.
Seeing that she had their attention, Lyric smiled. “Good evening, everypony.” Her voice was clear, ringing into the crowd. She strummed again. “On a cloudless night such as this one, the moon hangs high above us, shining for all to see. And, all over the world, the waters follow its path, for the waters and the moon have a special connection. But… do you know why this is so?”
A curious murmur rose among the listeners. Lyric’s smile turned into a grin. “Well, then, gather 'round, for the tale is about to begin…”
THE END