[b]Luca Song[/b]

The moonlit trek was covered in silence, the type that was rarely broken because of the situation. A self-made tension that left most or everyone in a state of sensitivity to the world around them. He hunched his shoulders and tucked his hand even deep into his pockets, the cold was beginning to claw at him even more, though he was unsure if it was because it was literally cold or if he was just imagining it all. 

Even still, he found himself stepping over uprooted lumber and occasionally sliding on mushy earth. It was becoming increasingly difficult to continue with this faulty trip into the woods. What would happen when the moon was obscured by the clouds? when it no longer lit the way and forsaken everyone to the inky darkness that had stopped him before. He bet everyone would be too scared to even move, let alone know where the hell they were going. 

But it was along this time that a slight shivered drew his attention to the ground. Posture still hunched from the cold, he simply stared and felt the tremors vibrate from his feet to his legs. 

"I feel it," he agreed off to the side, crouching down and putting a hand to the ground. Thoughtfully, he looked up towards the smog veiled land infront of them, a yellow and eerie glow in its distance. "...Is-Is the tremors coming fro-" Dim sirens half-twisted him back in the direction of the group. 

He wondered for a second about Luna, as innocent as she seemed to be, he was curious about her reaction to them. Did she crumple down and cry? or even raise hell? he was admittedly frustrated that he had decided to come with Desmond. Stuffing his hands back into his pants, he turned back towards the once-strong tremors and sauntered on through with the others. He hadn't come that far just to give up, he was sure the others were okay.