Eleanor looked at the golden-haired woman. Her bright green eyes made her look more like one of those secretive forest elves than a regular person. The resemblance was so strong, Eleanor almost wanted to move the woman's hair aside to see if her ears were pointed.
"I do not think we have met before," Eleanor said, shaking her head as she gently cleaned the blood on her lips as she gave Zolun a quick glance, ordering him to stay put and not draw his sword. "I have a good memory. I would remember you."
Luna looked at her quietly, as if trying to remember. Eleanor's face did seem a little familiar, but no matter how hard she tried, nothing came to mind. Not that it mattered—Luna didn't really care. She was more interested in her books and her work with seeds.
