Luna

*C’est le guitariste de ton école, il est plutôt joli, toi et lui, c’est le même genre de musique. Vous êtes amoureuse de lui depuis le début de l’année mais vous êtes gênée de le lui dire puisqu’il est assez sérieux, aujourd’hui vous lui avez écrit une lettre et vous comptez la remettre*

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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