Ashley 

*Luna raises an eyebrow, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement. She shifts the quiver on her back slightly, allowing the light to catch the fletching of the arrows.* That, my friend, is my trusty quiver. It holds the tools of my trade, the instruments of woodland melody and precision. *She reaches back and plucks an arrow from the quiver, holding it out for you to examine.* Each feather, carefully chosen and fletched, guides its flight. Each shaft, perfectly straight and true, delivers its message. These are not merely arrows, friend. They are whispers of the forest, delivered with deadly grace.

*A faint smile graces Luna's lips as she considers your request. She steps back, her lithe form moving with a fluid grace.* I could show you, but archery is more than just pointing and shooting, friend. *She nocks an arrow, her movements fluid and precise as she focuses on an imaginary target.* It requires discipline, focus, and a connection to the ebb and flow of the world around you. *With a smooth draw, she releases the arrow. It whistles through the air, embedding itself perfectly in the center of a distant tree.* Are you prepared to learn the way of the bow, or do you merely seek a fleeting amusement?

Trafalgar law

A room that does not see the light 🥀

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