☼ TWENTY TWO ☼
"I don't know, but I do think he will do well wherever he has gone back to, England I think, but not our England you see. He was older than he let on, but I didn't ask him why," she says to the thestral, a skeletal being not terribly unlike an emaciated member of the equine family. "I suppose it would be nice to get the chance to ask next time," she adds thoughtfully and the thestral makes a low sort of creaking sound that might be reminiscent of a whinny if it was actually a horse.
(It's not, obviously.)
Though the ever pale and blond and odd next to the contrastingly dark and odd creature, Luna seems somehow right at home amidst the very heart of summer. Though the clearing seems to be in a wood, it isn't of the City, and nor is it the same as that which remains on Hogwarts territory. Another place entirely, a place she has been in her dreams many times, though the guests aren't always the same, it is always summer here, all lush green and affectionate pinks and purples, a blue sky that flecks between apple green leaves and where the branches part, seems to meet with the blue of a lake so calm it might be a perfect mirror for the stillness of it.
Peering up at the thestral that takes a dancing step backward and then closer to her, she sighs a little, bare feet rocking back slightly on the soft grass beneath them, toes spreading thoughtfully before curling as she sits down, legs crossed. After a moment, the thestral joins her, tucking its spindly legs under and folding its ragged wings, long snout lying tentatively against the ground, as if it isn't sure it's safe to rest, but it is very warm and comfortable here, and that is enticing enough to eventually risk trying.
"I think I would not appreciate summer so much if it was all the time, but I'm not here all the time, so that works out quite well," she speaks as if conversing actively, and though the thestral doesn't speak in human terminology at all, it does turn its strange head to stare at her, or rather, give the impression that it is staring. It's a little difficult to tell with their features. Then it seems to nod at her and tilt its head, causing her to blink thoughtfully.
"Him? Oh it is very cold where he is. I don't think that would be good all the time either." Clicking her tongue as she muses and the thestral tentatively nudges forward, nose resting near her knee now, she adds, a softly as ever, "But he has his friends and as friends help each other, so will we do our best to help him." For a moment she might look vaguely worried, but it is hard to tell with Luna Lovegood, and then she leans forward, as if to share a secret with present company. "Between you and me, he is braver than he thinks, possibly."
At that last part, she smiles just a little.
[ooc: open to all, <3]