Luna did not even register on his sigh (people often sighed around her), as she made her way towards the back. It wasn't as if the rocking chairs weren't nice. They were. Well, the non-haunted ones. They just didn't match what she'd been imagining.
Which gave her an idea.
Pulling a bit of parchment and some charcoal out of robes, Luna proceeded to plop herself down in one of the chairs and start sketching. The carefully drawn and shaded rocking chair that took form on her page was beautiful, sturdy, but with intricate wood-worked flowers and vines climbing all over it and decorating the space between rockers and seat. She chewed on her lower lip as she drew, completely in her own world.
When she was finished, she held the drawing out to Gregory. "Do you have anything like that, please?"