Jun 18
<Slowly walking through the halls of the study. Would be a young female moon moth. Her fur white and blue. She seems to be rather tired and dshevled. wearing a torn up purple dress.>
<she appears to he deeply saddened about something...>
<She then locks eyes with you. . .>
Uhhmm... E-excuse me... M-ms... Monomon...
Would you... Be so kind as... to help me...?
Lunnatis...
Oh, my, dear, what happened to you? Please, take a seat.
I think I have some spare cloaks here somewhere...