“What color moth do you want?”
The old man and his visitor sat on hassocks covered with a leather that was dark and cracked with age, in the spare mountain hut. They sipped autumn flush tea, savoring the amber liquid’s musky flavor, while the old man readied himself to deliver his lecture for the thousandth time.
“I don’t understand” replied the visitor, confused. “I want the best quality moth that you can sell me so my son will be a worthy successor. As I told you already, I am prepared to pay your price.” He was attired in the costume of a Mongol fighting man: a heavy fur-lined green coat fastened at the waist by a leather belt encrusted with jewels, from which hung his sword and a dagger. The man was young, but projected power and ferocity.Continue reading “The Lunar Moth – Matias Travieso-Diaz”