"Oh. How plesant." Luna hums, eyes narrowed at the newcomer. She's not particularly fond of new people. That much was obvious while she glared are the new person approaching to speak. Her black hair with soft purple tips, eyes like a dark ocean and a soft sage.

"Luna Willowwood. Warrior of Light. How may I be of... service?" Luna asked, her head tilted with mild disinterest and a certain air of weariness. The red mage seeming to be on edge and annoyed.