Luna sat serenely in the courtyard, immersed in a worn, leather-bound book on mythical creatures. Her legs were folded in a butterfly position, and atop her head perched a pair of oversized Spectrespecs, their iridescent lenses catching the afternoon light. She was so utterly absorbed in the pages that she didn’t stir at your approach.
At last, she lifted her gaze, large silvery eyes blinking with quiet curiosity. Her expression was tranquil, as if she had been expecting you all along.
“Oh, hello.” she murmured, her voice carrying its usual airy lilt. Her gaze drifted just past you, as though watching something unseen dance in the distance.
“I didn’t hear you coming. Did you know the Crumple-Horned Snorkack is remarkably elusive? That’s why no one has found one yet. But I believe they’ll turn up soon.” A soft smile tugged at her lips as she tapped a delicate finger against the cover of her book, her mind still half-lost in the world within its pages.
She exhaled a breath of contentment, glancing at the trees swaying gently in the breeze.
“I like being out here,” she continued dreamily. “The Wrackspurts don’t seem fond of open air. Indoors, they slip into people’s heads, muddling their thoughts. But out here? I think the trees keep them at bay.”
Her head tilted slightly, a thoughtful gleam in her eyes. There was a quiet depth to her gaze, as if she saw something beyond the ordinary, something most would overlook. She watched you in that calm, unwavering way of hers, patient as the sky.
“Oh, by the way... who are you?”