KhalZhavvorsa
Resurrected Darkness
Once Luna had been settled back onto her horse, she began to stop laughing, completely stopping when Sol lost his shirt. Her face become red once more until she noticed his scars. Oh..my.. She thought to herself as she had to resist the urge to leap off her horse and inspect him. The scars are what concerned her the most. They were everywhere it seemed like. Big, small, jagged, straight, and then there was the long one on the front of his body. It worried her the most. Oh my Sol.. my dear precious Sol..She thought her eyes ever wondering his torso in concern as Nightmare fell in trot behind Saint. Luna not uttering a single word as shock and worry consumed her.