Tristan found himself laughing lightly at Luna’s admission, carefully tucking the small book into a pocket on the inside of his surcoat. “Don’t let the poets fool you, princess. Not everyone from Orilion is blunt and raw. We can be a rather metaphorical bunch when we want to be.”
"How kind of her. I’ll be sure to be very careful with it, then. If you like Orilion poets, I’ll try to find a book of my own to let you borrow. I packed a few."
"I'd like that." Luna replied with a little nod of her head "And if I notice any books that I think that you may like I will let you know." shifting her book from one hand to the other she took a little step back.











