Who: Ernest & Luna When: Late Night Where: Cuba What: Moonbathing Rating: TBD
A short distance directly off of the house Luna had set up her not-so-secret hideaway. Upon inspection one would find the sand kicked around as she had spent time laying out a second towel for her guest. Her cellular device play a jaunty instrumental song, resting on the foot of her towel where she lay on her stomach. Arms folded under her head, hair awash over her bare shoulders and speckled with sand, the princess sighed deeply in her relaxed state. A slim navy blue swim top tied at the center of her back, no straps in sight, and a matching pair of bottoms tied at either side covered her body. One of the last reminders, save for her wings and curiously floating hair that she was even inhumane. For all of her years as a human she still hated clothing. The less she had to wear the better. She had not even worn a single piece of her regalia this night. Going for casual and comfortable her feet kicked up behind her at the knees, lazily swaying back and forth with the beat of the song.
A hundred thoughts ran through her mind on if she should say anything. She decided she probably shouldn't unless prompted. Ernest's situation wasn't one she should nose into, despite her dedication to Charlie and therefore by extent the rest of his family. Luna just did not want the man to think she had invited him to join her simply so she could prod him about his social life. That was not the case! Though she did have worry for him as a very old friend. All of Charlie's life she had tried not to get involved, step on any toes, or be too much like a member of the family unless Charlie asked it of her. She wasn't his mother, even if she had taken to "mothering" at him very well. Still...it was complicated. Luna did not want to mess up the friendship she had garnered with Ernest. She was also incredibly disappointed, herself, to find Abi wouldn't remember her, which was why she hadn't reached out to the young woman she once called friend.
Messy.
Complicated.
Luna decided not to say anything unless asked for her opinion or wisdom. Relaxing was no doubt warranted. So she wait, humming along to the tune on the radio as it changed over to a new, slower song, looking forward to idle chatter and quiet company of an old friend.