06-24-2013, 02:42 AM
Lune paled slightly, her head turned away and tilted down so that she was looking at the ground beside her feet. She really didn't like the idea of trouble being started at the school. Especially trouble that involved therians. They were so brutal, certainly everything would be left to ruin in their wake. She trembled slightly, tears started to gather at the corners of her eyes and she raised her head to look at Adela fully. It wasn't often that Lune would meet someone's eyes. It wasn't just the idea of something bad happening at the school or to the others in this place that had her eyes so watery. It was more the idea that something bad might happen to Adela.
Suddenly Lune was on her feet, cell phone and parasol went falling to the ground in different directions from the sudden movement. Hands clasped tightly in front of her small chest. "Oh please, I couldn't bear it if something dreadful were to happen to you." Those hands moved to grasp one of Adela's between both, and Lune clung almost desperately to that hand. As if it were a last lifeline for her, and in many ways it very much was. "Please be careful!" She knew Adela was strong, more than capable of handling herself, but that didn't mean accidents couldn't happen. One slip and everything could crumble. Her bottom lip trembled and she bit down onto it lightly to stop it.
Adela would probably think Lune was more worried about self preservation, if something happened to Adela, who would protect Lune? It wasn't that though, she didn't care what happened to her at all, she truly did want Adela to be safe and alright and out of danger. Lune truly wanted to be friends, but there was no doubt in her mind that Adela merely saw her as another pawn. Another toy to use until it broke, it was much the same way her own family saw her. Lune was growing tired of such things, but she would never retaliate against being used. It was her place, as a weaker, submissive creature to do all that was expected of her. Even if she didn't agree with those expectations. She was so caught up in worry and concern for Adela, that she didn't even notice the foxes nearby.
Kerian ran his hands almost lovingly over his guitar as the girl answered his questions and asked some of her own. He gave a slight shrug, raising his eyes to meet her's for a few moments. "It's just something I put together. It isn't finished quite yet." He was somewhat glad she had liked it, though even if she hadn't it wouldn't have bothered him much if at all. Still it was nice to be appreciated. He smiled slightly at her, and then looked down at the guitar, running his hands over it one more time, as if gently caressing a lover. "Real music come's from the heart. An instrument can sound good in skilled hands, but there's always a difference between skilled hands, and skilled hands whose heart is in it." He glanced up at her from his guitar, wondering if she agree with such a sentiment.
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