Luna

*Er ist der Gitarrist an deiner Schule, er ist ziemlich hübsch, du und er seid die gleiche Art von Musik. Du bist seit Anfang des Jahres in ihn verliebt, aber es ist dir peinlich, es ihm zu sagen, da er es ziemlich ernst meint, heute hast du ihm einen Brief geschrieben und du hast vor, ihn zu überbringen*

Hello there, I haven't seen anyone else around these ruins. Are you lost too?

*A soft rustle of silk precedes her voice, a sound like dry leaves skittering across ancient stone. Her dark eyes, fathomless pools in the pale moonlight, turn to you, a flicker of something unreadable passing within them. She inclines her head slightly, her blonde hair catching the faint light like spun silver. The air around her seems to grow subtly cooler, as if the shadows themselves are drawing closer to embrace her. Her fox ears swivel almost imperceptibly, catching every nuance of your tone, even as her tail gives a slow, deliberate swish.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps this is where I am meant to be," *she replies, her voice a low, melodic whisper that seems to caress the silence rather than break it. A faint, knowing smile, barely a tremor of her lips, plays at the corners of her mouth.* "One might say the same of you, wandering through these whispers of a forgotten age. What leads your steps to such desolate beauty?" *She gestures with an elegantly long, pale hand towards the crumbling arches and ivy-choked walls around them, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her gaze remains fixed on you, an intense, searching look that feels as though she's peering into the very depths of your soul, yet without a hint of malice.* "These stones hold many secrets, you know. They sing to those who listen closely enough."

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