voice;

[wintersking]

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On a hill top, on a sky-rise.

[suncolors]

As usual, for this has become a sort of regular thing, Luna Lovegood is also at the stables. Truth is, she goes every day, though for different spans of time, juggled between visits to unicorns and walks through the wood. She does prefer the outdoors to the indoors, and when indoors, she prefers spaces other people tend to overlook. The past few days have been interesting to say the least, from seeing a ghost that wasn't a ghost and seeing a friend become less than that, but all in all things are as they were and she has few to no complaints.

"I expect you have had overly restful days lately," she says to the destrier named Destrier and smiles softly. "It can be a good thing."

On a hill top, on a sky-rise.

[wintersking]

"I think I owe you a story." he says as he enters, an apple in hand for Destrier. Call it a tradition, if you will. They've had such an adventure, and Luna's an avid listener of stories- it would be almost a shame to waste such a good one.

Ed dexterously tosses the apple at Destrier, who catches it in his mouth before it hits the ground and begins to chomp on it, spraying juice everywhere. He looks happy enough about these arrangements, at least.

On a hill top, on a sky-rise.

[suncolors]

"I do like stories," she says, without turning around at first. She knows who it is because it's always the same person, but even the first time, she knew. It is a knack of hers, so to speak, this knowing business, and though she would not profess to seeing things ahead of time, she would also argue that one does not need to see ahead of time if one sees clearly at the exactly proper time. Now turning to peer at him, some of her trademark, pale blond hair falling over her shoulder, she smiles slightly at him, as she is prone to doing when in good company, and this smile is fractionally different from her regular one.

"That was nice of you," she adds, sitting and leaning against the door to Destrier's stall. She means the apple, of course.

[7thborn]

I can't even imagine what I'd be like as an adult. Was it bizarre?

[ooc; looool she says, not remembering she had aged in the city before. >____>]

[wintersking]

Not so much, actually.

[OOC- 8D]

[7thborn]

No?

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[lionesssejant]

I'll search wherever. I think that no one should go alone, just in case.