"What a pleasantly common name." Luna replied before kneeling down to pet he pup again. The stick was nearly as large as it was, it's own wand, or ward against dangerous things. "I'm Luna, but I have no one else to introduce."
She took a moment to look him over, noting everything from the sand that had wedged itself in the corners of his shoes to the way the wind had opionated his hair. Oliver was nice, and just distant enough of a face to put her at ease. If she should know him, he didn't appear to know her- so at least they were on equal footing in this conversation.
Her own apperance was more hodge-podge than anticipated. Gone were her vegetable earrings- as they had not survived the trip, nor her bottle-cap necklace and over-sized stocking cap. Instead she had to do with what was at hand, a large sweater pilfered from a pile of washed clothings with the sleeves cuffed up to allow her hands access to the world- trousers and her favorite boots- bright hunters orange in coloring. People would know she was there- less visually inclined beast.... less so. The bottlecaps and radishes would come, just not yet. She hadn't found the right string anyway.