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A thumbs up? Luna wasn't entirely sure what the knight meant by that. Oh, she must have noticed how frazzled Luna was. How careless, striking disconcert among the group was nothing short of detrimental. She was surrounded by more experienced people--hopefully--so she must have looked as shaken as a leaf in the fall season. Still, as embarrassing as it was, the young knight's gesture came a long way, with Luna offering a small smile in return. 

At the question, Luna looked down at the bow. [color=DEBAF7]"Oh, this?"[/color] She placed the arrow back in its quiver and then plucked one of the strings on the 'harp' part of the bow. [color=DEBAF7]"It's lovely, isn't it? I hadn't the faintest thought that my harp skills could translate into battle!"[/color] She admitted, her fingertips running over the strings. Then again, she was shocked that such a thing was apparently [i]common[/i]. And to think her mother used to laud her for her skills. Oh well, at the very least she hoped she would be of some use. And this tiny harp was easier to carry around than the full-sized version.

That said, she couldn't help her curiosity when she asked, [color=DEBAF7]"I don't believe I heard you introduce yourself. What can I call you?"[/color]

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