The blond seems trust worthy.. or least disinterested enough to not panic. Maybe he has seen too much or really is just that good at his job. That’s a relief, at least, as she really needs someone to talk to that can try and decipher her situation and work together on a solution ( if possible.... ). Luna’s a lot calmer now, which isn’t saying much since everything about this is stressful, but she is grateful at the aura around them becoming more comforting than frantic- even if in just her own head.
“ Squeamish wasn’t the word I had in mind. ‘Disbelieving’ would probably be more accurate. ”
The redhead knows how outlandish it can sound- but the whole “traveling to a whole other dimension with different forms of not-magic and worlds and animals and creatures” definitely could get her in trouble with the wrong person. She wouldn’t blame them in all honesty. Maybe having hopped between the past and future and present, and then to a different but similar enough reality ( one in which there was look-a-likes of her mother and two of her mother’s allies ) made Luna far more welcoming or understanding. Wild shit happens when you least expect it, and whether you ask for it or not. Taking a deep breath, the Millelith knight pulls together whatever courage she has within herself.
“ Might as well just get it over with and out there.
I’m .... not from around here.
Nor Liyue for that matter. I’m from a different world-
dimension even, most likely. ”
She pauses, mostly for herself, but also to let the information sink in for the alchemist. She may or may not have been fussing with the vision hanging at her side the entire walk- the light blue hue flickering on the occasion as Luna stares at it- confusion and frustration fighting for the spotlight. Then she pulls it off from where it was clipped, offering it in an upturned palm to Albedo.
“ Where I’m from, we have a somewhat similar way of fighting that I’ve seen in Teyvat. We use physical weapons like swords, lances, and axes. Then we have mages who use magic while wielding tomes, what you might call a catalyst here. There are also those who can use combinations of the weapons and different magical elements. I was one of those individuals. When I first got here, it wasn’t long until this Cyro vision appeared in front of me and a catalyst along with it. ”
Another pause, but this time it is fully for herself. Recalling how startled she was, and how worried she was about those she no longer could find, how angry she was with whatever Gods decided this was to be her fate: a never ending wanderer of time and space. A shaky gasp escapes as she remembers how she tried to call upon her magic to aide her when her sword had broken while fighting off some random group of folks, who she later learned were called Treasure Hoarders, and it only responded faintly. It was terrifying, feeling so weak and lost- helpless even.
“ I had never been able to use a different element than fire, and then I suddenly had ice at my disposal- but that only lasted so long. I don’t know if it’s because the two are so opposite that they in a way canceled each other out? But I can no longer use either. My catalyst refuses to respond. Nor can I infuse my sword. It is frustrating beyond words. ”
The redhead looks at him then, holding eye contact as best she can as something in her heart pounds- perhaps the simple act of being so open, with one she does not know, is causing it to be so. One can only hold their wits for so long before going mad, right? She feels ridiculously formal while she speaks, but Luna was raised with manners and perhaps the tension in her shoulders won’t let her use words that are anything less than stupidly polite.
“ I highly doubt that you could send me back to where I’m from,
so I won’t ask that of you.
But if you could somehow help me ‘fix’ my vision,
or whatever is wrong with me,
I would appreciate it more than you could ever know. ”
