Anurak
My Luna didn’t speak. Any utterance would only delay us from finding Dtengmo. She stormed down the staircase, barely touching each step, seemingly floating to the bottom. Every action she made was graceful and effortless, even in times of desperation. However, she wasn’t faultless, and the hollow look in her eyes told me she made a grave miscalculation, one that she couldn’t take back.