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Edgar's enthusiasm was charming, his questions and eagerness to learn how the music worked did earn him a tiny smile on her end. It had been something of an impulse purchase, but at least it was interesting. Although now that he asked, Luna wondered if she would be able to explain it the same way the blacksmith did. That wasn't to say she had no idea what was in her hands, but explaining specifics and details wouldn't come easy. 

The chance to explain was snatched before she had a chance to respond, but she supposed it was a more eloquent and simple explanation than her stuttering self could come up with. Her head was starting to hurt, the novelty of the distraction passing as she nearly jumped at the sight of the shadows. Looking around frantically, she tried not to panic, though the roar sent every calm thought into a frenzy as she squeaked out a tiny squeal of terror.

That squeal turned into an outright scream as that [i]thing[/i] revealed itself to the party. What in the world was [i]that[/i]?! It was huge, it was hideous, and by the looks of the corpses it gobbled up, it was hungering for them. Luna had no idea how she was still standing, feeling particularly unwell as she took a step back. The feeling amplified as Baldur was carelessly tossed aside, and as Artemisia sent out some sort of spell reminiscent of Aero, Luna moved to raise her bow. Or she would have had her arms not been shaking as much as a brittle leaf on a windy day.

[color=DEBAF7]"Wh-what do we do?!"[/color] Luna managed to ask.

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