[ This is... absolutely how she dies, isn't it? She goes rigid, still as stone as the neck snap towards her — still with her hands over her ears, looking like a deer in the headlights. She's not even entirely sure where to look, her eyes darting between the head at either side of her, then close briefly as she cringes a little when she's hit with hot air. She wonders for a moment if she's possibly getting burned before she might be eaten. It's quite possible. What a way to die.
Until the Beast moves, stretching its wings out, and the sound of trees buckling a breaking against the pressure sends the Beast into... panic—? Oh, this is panic. ]
No, no, no— [ She's up on her feet once more. It's... a surreal thing to witness. She doesn't think she's ever seen a dragon cower before. She's almost at a loss for what to do; she's still not entirely sure just how volatile he is like this. But the fear in the Beast has her moving, careful and cautious steps drawing near. ]
It's alright, you're alright. It's just the trees. [ She keeps her voice low, uttering soft sounds. Hushes and steady clicks under her breath, gentle coaxing sounds. She moves slowly, edging a little closer. She could maybe draw a shield charm if he snaps for her, her wand at the ready in her hand — held low, ready to sweep upwards to cast. ]
Listen to me, it's Luna— [ Will he even recognise her? She doesn't know. She can only hope there might be some kind of familiarity, but it's possible he might not know who she is. She has to try, though.
Her free hand reaches out for him, fingers splayed. More hush-sounds and clicks. Drawing close and then stopping, not wanting to crowd him. ]
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Until the Beast moves, stretching its wings out, and the sound of trees buckling a breaking against the pressure sends the Beast into... panic—? Oh, this is panic. ]
No, no, no— [ She's up on her feet once more. It's... a surreal thing to witness. She doesn't think she's ever seen a dragon cower before. She's almost at a loss for what to do; she's still not entirely sure just how volatile he is like this. But the fear in the Beast has her moving, careful and cautious steps drawing near. ]
It's alright, you're alright. It's just the trees. [ She keeps her voice low, uttering soft sounds. Hushes and steady clicks under her breath, gentle coaxing sounds. She moves slowly, edging a little closer. She could maybe draw a shield charm if he snaps for her, her wand at the ready in her hand — held low, ready to sweep upwards to cast. ]
Listen to me, it's Luna— [ Will he even recognise her? She doesn't know. She can only hope there might be some kind of familiarity, but it's possible he might not know who she is. She has to try, though.
Her free hand reaches out for him, fingers splayed. More hush-sounds and clicks. Drawing close and then stopping, not wanting to crowd him. ]
Don't be scared, you're alright.