[ Were Lunafreya privy to all of that information, she likely would have less trepidation when it comes to dealing with him. She knows how it feels to lose a mother. A kingdom. While she has no children (or even a proper lover) of her own, she knows a fair bit about loss.
As it stands now, though, Lunafreya knows nothing of the stranger. Before her stands a man twisted by circumstances she cannot hope to guess at, and while a smirk brightens his features, it doesn't make him appear any less dangerous. Still. She finds herself beginning to trust this man at an arm's length, growing curious about the things that have made him who he is now. ]
Life... how wondrous, [ She comments, ruminating on the implications of such a statement. Life is a precious commodity even without practical uses like the ones he'd demonstrated. ] It is no surprise that it is powerful, in that case. Magic in my homeland is utilized primarily for combat, though it has its practical uses as a heat and light source... Nothing so lofty as sustaining life.
[ Lunafreya exhales a puff of breath as she weathers the pain the cinching brings, and she manages a small smile. ] While I've no doubt you've done your fair share of combat triage, I believe I will manage with this much. I will keep the possibility in mind as an option should I grow more desperate.
[ It's true that Luna's powers are rooted in Light, but she senses no dismay from the stranger as she bestows her blessing. She has no rightful clue of his rejection of the Light, and when she finishes, she studies his face. The smile she bestows upon him is tired, but genuine, and she returns the tip of his head with one of her own. ]
Yes... I believe so. [ With a deep breath, Lunafreya steels herself, slowly surveying their surroundings. While more Shambling Mounds are scattered throughout the vicinity, their attentions seem to be focused elsewhere. Both Luna and her newfound companion go blissfully unnoticed amidst the chaos, the din of combat roaring around them. ]
I'm afraid I've no rightful idea where to go, [ She mutters. It's then that she notices a breach in the colosseum's wall across the way, and she gestures towards it. ] I believe I would only slow you down with my injuries, but you would have my gratitude if you could grant me safe passage from this place... I was not a combatant before my wounds. I fear I am significantly less than that now that I have them.
[ Leaning slightly, Lunafreya takes a staggering step forward. ] You have... done so much for me already, and it shames me to ask you for more than that. I vow that you will be free of me once we make it past that wall, though you are under no obligation to protect me to begin with.
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As it stands now, though, Lunafreya knows nothing of the stranger. Before her stands a man twisted by circumstances she cannot hope to guess at, and while a smirk brightens his features, it doesn't make him appear any less dangerous. Still. She finds herself beginning to trust this man at an arm's length, growing curious about the things that have made him who he is now. ]
Life... how wondrous, [ She comments, ruminating on the implications of such a statement. Life is a precious commodity even without practical uses like the ones he'd demonstrated. ] It is no surprise that it is powerful, in that case. Magic in my homeland is utilized primarily for combat, though it has its practical uses as a heat and light source... Nothing so lofty as sustaining life.
[ Lunafreya exhales a puff of breath as she weathers the pain the cinching brings, and she manages a small smile. ] While I've no doubt you've done your fair share of combat triage, I believe I will manage with this much. I will keep the possibility in mind as an option should I grow more desperate.
[ It's true that Luna's powers are rooted in Light, but she senses no dismay from the stranger as she bestows her blessing. She has no rightful clue of his rejection of the Light, and when she finishes, she studies his face. The smile she bestows upon him is tired, but genuine, and she returns the tip of his head with one of her own. ]
Yes... I believe so. [ With a deep breath, Lunafreya steels herself, slowly surveying their surroundings. While more Shambling Mounds are scattered throughout the vicinity, their attentions seem to be focused elsewhere. Both Luna and her newfound companion go blissfully unnoticed amidst the chaos, the din of combat roaring around them. ]
I'm afraid I've no rightful idea where to go, [ She mutters. It's then that she notices a breach in the colosseum's wall across the way, and she gestures towards it. ] I believe I would only slow you down with my injuries, but you would have my gratitude if you could grant me safe passage from this place... I was not a combatant before my wounds. I fear I am significantly less than that now that I have them.
[ Leaning slightly, Lunafreya takes a staggering step forward. ] You have... done so much for me already, and it shames me to ask you for more than that. I vow that you will be free of me once we make it past that wall, though you are under no obligation to protect me to begin with.