Eleanor yanked her hand back. "Who are you?" she asked, her eyes widening as the air around them grew colder, as though her voice itself had summoned the northern winds and covered the ground with a blanked of snow.
"Oh, come on, no need for that, is there? It is already freezing in here." Luna waved her hand, and a soft breeze swept through the dining room, carrying the cold away. A faint smile curved her lips.
"I will answer your question… if you answer mine. How about it?" Her green eyes gleamed with the same hunger she felt when opening a new book.
Eleanor hesitated, drawing in a deep breath before nodding. "Fine. But I will ask first."
Luna's gaze sharpened in silent agreement, urging her to continue.
"Although you know my name and position, I don't know yours…so, who are you?" Eleanor asked again.
"Luna Elvensworth," Luna replied without hesitation, firing back her own question almost instantly. "How have you managed to withstand the curse until now?"
