Since the fall of Insomnia, Luna had grown accustomed to dealing with a certain amount of chaos in the face of war. But in that time she never failed to have a goal set out in front of her. With a divine messenger at her side to guide the Oracle to her fate, her list of important goals had always been met.
Luna was dutiful. She'd seen her work through for the good of the star and its people, regardless of the dangers ahead of her.
And so it was she had finally met her mortality face to face...and so it was, also, that she'd been brought here.
Luna found herself alone in a strange land. No tethers to her old fate, no guidance, nothing but herself—and Umbra, who loyally followed along at her heels. She'd managed, in her own way, to find some small help with the locals, but she was otherwise on her own. It was a feeling perhaps much more unnerving than the rest.
So it had been, at least, until she'd received word that others had been brought here as well.
Nyx.
She hadn't forgotten the Glaive. And after so much had happened, she welcomed his presence.
Luna stood waiting where she had agreed to, wearing secondhand clothing she'd bartered for in her journey through this strange place. (Her hand subconsciously rested at her side, to where the dagger had sunk in, her old dress ruined by blood and a wrathful sea). She now looked much more like a fleeing princess trying to sneak her way out of the palace.
Movement caught Luna's attention, and she watched as Nyx moved to kneel down in front of her. Her smile was small but immediate.
"I suppose I must apologize first," she said, reaching out to him in a gesture to help him stand back up. "I believe I promised Libertus that we would all reunite in Galahd, but this seems quite far from anything familiar."
Sensing his master's shift in mood, Umbra took a seat and started to wag his tail.