[Luna trots through the streets, head low and ears laid back. She'd had very little luck demanding answers from the white creature she had met, and the gifts it had so readily bestowed upon her now made her feel slightly guilty for startling it so with her Royal Canterlot Voice. Perhaps 'twas not its fault she found herself in this place.
The bat-like beast perched on her back chitters comfortingly, and she turns to face it.] We do not suppose thou knowest the way out of this land?
[She doesn't really think it does, though, so she sits with a huff and cranes her neck back to look up at the stars. Losing its footing, her Spirit starts circling around her, looking for some new friends. Maybe someone else could make her feel better!]
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The bat-like beast perched on her back chitters comfortingly, and she turns to face it.] We do not suppose thou knowest the way out of this land?
[She doesn't really think it does, though, so she sits with a huff and cranes her neck back to look up at the stars. Losing its footing, her Spirit starts circling around her, looking for some new friends. Maybe someone else could make her feel better!]