Back to dinner at Eli's house: And so it begins. But...what? "Sorry, my Lord. My Mum, Dad and grandparents just got here. It got kinda crazy for a minute. What did you need me for?" The tall man before her tilted his head sideways and peered at her. "Oh, I guess that IS you under all that blond hair, isn't it? No worries, dear Luna. When the blond and why?" She gave him one of her devious little 'here-one-second-gone-the-next' smiles. "Auntie Glory and Mom, this afternoon. It's camouflage," she whispered back at him. "Don't you think it makes me look sweet and innocent? Maybe, like I might not be terribly bright? Like you, Lord Ash. You know. You camo too. I wanta be like you." His responding laugh was abrupt and a tad acetic. "You cannot ever possibly look dumb with those eyes." At this moment in time, both of them were blond - but both of them naturally gingers. "You are sweet - most of the time. I can't vouch for the rest. But no. You don't want to be me when you grow up. The DM gets blamed for everything in this circus." "I already do...am. You know." There was that smile again - barely there and disappeared as fast as it came. Lord Ash put his arm around her shoulders protectively and looked down at her. "Take my word Luna, you don't really want to be a Dungeon Master." Better to end this for now, he thought. "I want you to go find The Three Little Sisters and tell them to all come and see me together up in room on the second floor. Then you're free to go mingle. When you see them again, send me Lord Djinn. They'll find you." "Yes, I do! Seriously! Please?" She gave him her best 'puppy eyes' then switched gears as he lifted a brow at her. "As you wish, my Lord." Defeat was in her voice but she was dramatizing. Such a player. "Oh stop. Get along now." Ash watched her bound off back into the house, analyzing her - as he was often wont to do when he hadn't seen someone for awhile. She WAS already fairly good at deflecting things away from herself and turning them onto whomever she was talking to. She would babble on about some subject, talking incessantly if you let her. But she never told you much about Miss Luna. She was definitely her father's daughter - which may or may not be a good thing. She'd most likely 'deliver' those he asked for as asked, though. He could count on her. But she absolutely at this point in her young life did not comprehend the tolls it took on those who took the grief. "Be careful what you wish for, little one. You might get it." ***** Luna is one of mine, who up to now has been a K4.