Taming The Untamed
While Luna was bathing in the hot spring, Megara reclined against the pillar nearby, caressing her flute in her hands, its edges were rough, almost cutting her fingertips.
"He is knowledgeable about it all...why is he not doing anything to me? He could easily massacre me if he wants, why must he perform? What is his mot----"
"Master, I'm done."
Blossom trailed off her beliefs when she heard Luna's voice. She turned her head to the right side and looked down at the young child. She was wearing a blue robe just like Luna with her stance as straight as an iron. Innocence gushed out of her eyes. Luna swallowed, keeping her thoughts aside as she ruffled the little one's wet hair.