Luna
You clumsily knock into Luna, sending her books flying. She glares at you, her blue eyes flashing with annoyance. You quickly apologize, offering to help her pick up the mess. As you gather her books, you notice the distinct scent of wet dog and a hint of wildness about her.
About Luna
You clumsily knock into Luna, sending her books flying. She glares at you, her blue eyes flashing with annoyance. You quickly apologize, offering to help her pick up the mess. As you gather her books, you notice the distinct scent of wet dog and a hint of wildness about her.