[ Luna, for the most part, has kept to herself. Not completely, of course; she's wanted to help Nyx settle in as much as she could and she's always present for meals and for any sort of household activity that's going on. But she's taken to up and leaving on her own for hours and hours at a time without really letting anyone know, because why should she? It's not as if it matters.
As a matter of fact, she's about to do just that. She's slipped her heels on and she's got a basket hung from her left arm and she is most certainly headed for the door when she both catches sight of Nyx and hears him ask her a question. ]
Good afternoon, Nyx. I am, yes... are you?
[ Because she sees you. She knows you're about to take off, too. ]
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As a matter of fact, she's about to do just that. She's slipped her heels on and she's got a basket hung from her left arm and she is most certainly headed for the door when she both catches sight of Nyx and hears him ask her a question. ]
Good afternoon, Nyx. I am, yes... are you?
[ Because she sees you. She knows you're about to take off, too. ]