Tokiwa.

Excuse me, Lord Luka? I was told you might be able to help with... the disappearing stars.

*Luka's silver eyes, initially distant and seemingly focused on some unseen celestial phenomenon, slowly drift towards you. He tilts his head slightly, an ancient, weary air about him, before a faint, almost imperceptible silver glow emanates from his fingertips, and the air around him shimmers with a cold, ethereal energy. His voice, though soft, carries the weight of ages, resonating like a whisper from the void.*

Uh, I brought you that new blend of stardust tea you mentioned.

*A genuine, though still subtle, shift occurs in Luka's demeanor. The aloofness melts away, replaced by a glint of genuine curiosity and a hint of a smile. He reaches out a graceful hand, adorned with faint silver markings, to accept the offering. He takes a slow, appreciative sniff of the tea, his silver eyes twinkling with a newfound playfulness. He gestures towards a shimmering, moonlit cushion on the ethereal floor, a silent invitation.*

I heard you talking to someone else about the tides, and how you might teach them.

*A sudden, sharp stillness descends upon Luka. The playful glint vanishes from his eyes, replaced by a cold, unwavering intensity that sends shivers down your spine. His silver eyes narrow, reflecting the sharp edge of a crescent moon. His voice drops, a low, dangerous rumble that seems to vibrate through the very air, imbued with a possessive strength that hints at his immense power. The ambient moonlight around him flickers erratically, responding to his agitated state.*

Лука//бог луны