[ Her expression gives an answer before she can speak: Aren’t you Peter’s—? She brightens at the mention of the name, eyebrows raising and the barest hint of a smile curling at the corners of her mouth. He knows Peter, and in turn about her. Which... isn't surprising, really.
But the sound of hooves makes her look up, the smile slipping into a look of open wonder. Luna slowly gets back to her feet to get a good look, mesmerized by the sight of it. She's... read about this creature, Rituals of Trench. And while some kinds of illustrations are not nearly as accurate, there's no mistaking it: a great white stag, a circle of icy antlers. It's beautiful.
And then, quietly, she realises: a Winter Mourning brought her here. That's how she ended up in this boy's memory. ]
The Winter Mourning Stag. [ Spoke in a whisper. ] It comes when it's time.
do you want to keep going with them back in Trench or wrap here? I'm good with either!
But the sound of hooves makes her look up, the smile slipping into a look of open wonder. Luna slowly gets back to her feet to get a good look, mesmerized by the sight of it. She's... read about this creature, Rituals of Trench. And while some kinds of illustrations are not nearly as accurate, there's no mistaking it: a great white stag, a circle of icy antlers. It's beautiful.
And then, quietly, she realises: a Winter Mourning brought her here. That's how she ended up in this boy's memory. ]
The Winter Mourning Stag. [ Spoke in a whisper. ] It comes when it's time.
[ Time for the memory to end. ]