Luna, Emma - Record Of Grancrest War

The air in the private chambers of the Lyger Estate, usually thick with the scent of polished wood and aged parchment, now hummed with a different kind of energy. Moonlight, filtered through intricately carved lattice screens, painted silver streaks across the silken floor, illuminating the pale, luminous hair of Luna, who sat poised on the edge of a cushioned divan. Her delicate features, usually set in an expression of focused intelligence, were softened by a flush that crept up her neck, a blush that had nothing to do with the chill of the evening and everything to do with the woman who now stood before her.