[hr][center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjE0Mi5lOGJkZjkuVEhWdVlRLCwuMAAA/lovers-quarrel.regular.png[/img][/center][hr][indent] For a majority of the trip, Luna seemed fascinated with the aldite given to them. She continued to study it, noting its shape and color. She gave it a critical eye as she glanced back at the unoccupied slots on her bow. Now [i]would[/i] be a good time to see what aldite could do, so she supposed it was certainly an opportunity. At the very least, she could discern that one piece was supposed to represent wind. It was quaint, if a little unsatisfactory. But this must be what hunters use, otherwise why else would it be given to them? With that in mind, she slipped the aldite into the slot without hesitation, plucking the string to test it. It seemed very weak to her, but perhaps that was the standard. Once they reached the forest, Luna frowned as she looked around, a cold chill running up her spine. She rubbed her arms as she squinted at the trees, seemingly disturbed. Why was the miasma so thick here? She could [i]feel[/i] it on her skin despite knowing they weren't necessarily close to the source, the feeling giving her a great amount of discomfort. Biting down on her index finger, she wondered if she should strike out on her own to find what was causing it. She snapped out of her thoughts as Balder spoke. Oh, right, the miniboros. Slinging her bow off her shoulder, she reached into the quiver and pulled out an arrow. As much as she wanted to believe that her tutor's lectures would come in handy, she couldn't bring herself to admit just how nervous the whole situation made her. Was now a bad time to mention she had never actually seen a fiend before? Even if it wasn't that, however, the constant chill she got was probably the biggest distraction. She was a touch frantic as she looked around, clutching her bow with a death grip. [/indent][hr]