Her spine straightens and she looks the Matron of all Mothers in the eyes, she is to respect Nyloth but Drow society have always taught the importance of intelligence and to operate in shadow -- it is a dangerous thing to speak of where she lives now, ascension comes through weak houses and there is a reason why she left the Underdark. She is hollowborn, was able to coax life forth in a skeletal place and has different blood that runs through her veins. She loves her grove where her cottage lies and changelings, goblins and dire wolves roam and called forth -- she is bound to all the Eldritch creations. "I'm not living with the Elves, there is no place for me there. My matron mother is a dark elf." She had no interest in her father, although she had been listening lately and on the hunt, he was from the dusk court and his elemental power of rot and vine had grown through his daughter.
For all of Luna's mistakes, her inherent deficits and diluted blood, there were still smarts about her. Each piece of her that was reminiscent of her drow heritage often screamed forth, a harrowing Message too potent to ignore. Nyloth thought briefly of Evanuris' desire to shift their Spider Goddess' voice unto this mortal coil, and looking upon this hollowborn before her; the Matron of all Mothers was certain that Luna could live up to her moniker of being the Message. "It's smart of you, they often leer at what they are unfit to understand." A pause, Nyloth always the clear statue of taut composure, "Is that it for you; living in the in between of worlds? I think your abilities, your blood; the Dark Mother would have her use for you and such usefulness and piety, would not go unfavored."
