<strong>Sunset - Sunday Morning</strong><br/><br/>Carrie moved off to one of the tables, pulling out a small mirror and hairbrush from underneath.  She moved back to the bed to sit by Mary, taking advantage of what seemed to be a strong amount of lucidity.  Whatever caused her visions and forced her headaches, they weren't happening for her right now.<br/><br/>"The full moon is when the Earth receives the most amount of light," she explained, starting the work on careful brushing.  It seemed to soothe her and help her relax.  "It gets harder otherwise for the Messengers to choose people to be Imbued.  They can do it, like when Balariel rose once more, but it's so much harder."  So much of what the girl did seemed to be almost ritualistic in her repetitive nature.  Perhaps it was just her strange way of coping with her new life.  "The big problems will probably come during the new moon, when half the world is bathed in complete darkness, and the natural light of humanity blots out the celestial stars above."