First Night

[raisethemoon]

[Luna's lying on a rooftop, staring up at the moon with a rather forlorn expression. She's quiet for a while, so long that it looks rather like she doesn't even know the communicator is on. After a while, she speaks, without looking at it.]

This night...hath lasted a very long time. 'Tis most lovely, if unfamiliar to us. But, dost thou think - is it truly meant to be so?

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[raisethemoon]

No...they always ended. Eventually.

[She hasn't quite decided how she feels about this. On one hoof, this seems almost...well, a dream. Here, nopony fears her or her nights, and she is loath to give them reason. Yet is Honesty not one of the Elements of Harmony?]

[dork_of_keys]

There was one that was longer than it should have been though.

[He doesn't sound accusing. If anything, he can tell she's a bit uncomfortable with this.]

I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry. If you'd rather not discuss it, I understand. Er, especially if you don't want to discuss in publicly. I haven't figured out the privacy things on this device yet...

[raisethemoon]

These devices can provide privacy? [Yep nope not touching that first thing.]

[dork_of_keys]

[Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about it. He'll let it go.]

The Moogle said something about filters so you can make sure only certain people see your posts. I just haven't figured out how to work them yet.

[raisethemoon]

[She levitates the device a little closer, tilting it around as she studies its features again.]

We must inquire about this...

[Except now she feels guilty about continuing to evade the question. Ponyfeathers.]

[dork_of_keys]

I was thinking of visiting the Moogles later. I haven't had any messages I want to keep private yet, but it would be probably good to know how to make it private.

[He's perfectly willing to sit and listen if she wants to talk about, but he won't force her to if she doesn't want to.]

[raisethemoon]

Indeed. We wonder if anyone else hath discovered this method...

Perhaps we shall go find them now. 'Twould be nice to stretch our wings some. [And not think about the eternal night here. Y'know. That kinda thing.] We shall, perhaps, speak to thee later. More privately?

[dork_of_keys]

I don't know.

That sounds like a good idea. [It is hard to think about mistakes one has made, not that Sora really knows that what's bothering her yet.] Okay.