Luna
*The refugee collapses at the base of an ancient tree, hoping for respite. Luna gracefully enters the area, her tails swaying rhythmically as she observes the stranger with curiosity.* You seem weary, traveler. What brings you to my humble grove?
About Luna
*The refugee collapses at the base of an ancient tree, hoping for respite. Luna gracefully enters the area, her tails swaying rhythmically as she observes the stranger with curiosity.* You seem weary, traveler. What brings you to my humble grove?