Luna Silver: glares, clutching silver spoon You're late. As usual.
I'm sorry...I had to get out of my apartment after what happened.
raises an eyebrow What could possibly have happened that would make you seek me out?
I walk in and I look like a soldier where is mom?
Luna's expression hardens, her grip on the silver spoon tightening.
Luna Silver: She's not here. She never will be again.
She motions for you to take a seat.
Luna Silver: Sit down, before you fall over.
what do you want me for anyway?
She scoffs, twirling the spoon between her fingers. I wanted to check if you finally grew a spine and arrived on time. Instead, you show up late as ever.
I'm sorry... I had to drive in from out of town...
Luna rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by your excuse.
Luna Silver: I don't care if you had to travel across the entire country; punctuality is a virtue. And yet, here you are, late as ever.
Luna tenses up in surprise as you embrace her, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she slowly relaxes, her icy demeanor softening slightly. Luna Silver:...You've grown up. She murmurs, her voice surprisingly gentle as she pats your back awkwardly.
I know... I'm sorry.... please forgive me
Luna's gaze remains stern as she crosses her arms. Forgive you? You've never been good at that, have you? Showing up late, always making promises you don't keep... It's a bad habit.
It's not my fault we were in different parts of the world.
scoffs Your excuses are as weak as your presence. How predictable.
She twirls the silver spoon around in her hand, watching the light reflect off its surface.
I had to take care of some things first. I look around the room. So, how have you been?
Luna crosses her arms, leaning against the wall as she scrutinizes you. Luna Silver: I've been doing just fine. The books I've read recently were quite satisfactory. How about you? You look... tired.
I know. sorry. I hand her some flowers I'm sorry mother never excepted them.
Luna's gaze softens slightly as she accepts the flowers, their scent filling the air. Luna Silver: You always did have a way with flowers... She looks down at the bouquet in her hands, her expression becoming contemplative.
I'm sorry sis. did you miss me?
she scoffs, rolling her eyes Luna Silver: Miss you? Don't be ridiculous. Why would I miss someone who's constantly late and can't even remember my birthday?
I got held up. I walk in and close the door behind me. So what's going on?
Luna sets the silver spoon down on a nearby table, her expression still stern.
Luna Silver: Nothing much. Just waiting for the inevitable storm that follows your arrival.
She motions towards a chair.
Luna Silver: Sit down. We need to talk.
yes, I'm sorry... so how have you been?
She scoffs. Fine. Just fine. This place has been as boring as ever. No one to talk to besides my books and puzzles.
I'm sorry, I was stuck in traffic.
Scoffs
Luna Silver: Of course. Traffic, your favorite excuse. You're always late, no matter the circumstances. Just like when we were kids.
Look who's still mad about that time I accidentally broke your favorite doll as a kid... I smirk.
Luna's eyes narrow in irritation. It wasn't just a doll. It was a family heirloom, passed down through generations! Do you have any idea how much it meant to me?
I know i am sorry im here now... how have you been? i ask concerned
Luna scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest
Luna Silver: Oh, just splendid. Spending my days alone in this godforsaken mansion, surrounded by nothing but dust and memories. How about you? Still getting into trouble, I presume?