Luna blinked she did not remember telling him her name. She looked at Cali weighting if for her responds. Before reluctantly leaving Dyvia’s side. She needed a mental brake from worrying about Dyvia’s fate. Though the elf seamed to handle such difficult subjects well she was still only 18 years old and sometimes needed a brake.

“ you never told me your name or how your magic works?” She said she did step closer to him then she would normally walk with people. Olin’s observation was spot on she was a bit cold. “ I’m starting to dislike snow more then I dislike the sun” she said. Luna’s own clothing was a veery light and Elegant dark blue dress. Wail it was pretty it provided very little protection from the cold.

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