-- smoke & debris filled the air ( smothering, thick; coughing did nothing to alleviate her burning throat ). the raids of the empire had just passed this area, leaving little to nothing unharmed. frail as a fairy but with an iron core, luna rose from where she had hid ( gunfire roared, explosions left ringing in her ears... such turmoil in times as this ), & was about to inspect the ruins of what use to be a city square, when she was alarmed hearing a man’s voice. shaking her head to clear her disoriented thoughts, blue wisteria tinted hues locked onto the gentleman.
“I.... don’t know but you really shouldn’t be here...” her tones were soft, painfully so as though she would break under pressure. the laconic maiden’s heart ( gold hidden within a veil of cold ivory ) ached for him, leaning down to survey any injury.