[center][b][color=00aeef]Lú Qiūyuè[/color][/b]
Sunday - February 19, 2012[/center]

Even with her eyes closed in her meditative position, the series of colors and sensations was simply spectacular to observe; from a pure white with an underlying plague to a sheer holy brilliance, it's almost guaranteed there'd never be a second screening of such an event. 
[color=fff79a]"Good day, madam."[/color] came an unfamiliar voice, prompting Qiūyuè to open her eyes and look upon the man. Even with her preparation and discipline, the awe came up in her expression: before her was a servant in the flesh, the key to her final trial and a legitimate hero of history. She moved to stand to offer him a bow-

-before a high-speed out-of-control loli slams into her side, sending her tumbling to the ground. 

Qiūyuè lets out a bit of a gasp as she's initially hit before letting out a grunt as she slams against the ground, narrowly saving her forehead from crashing down on suite with some subconscious help from her arms. She lies on the ground for a brief moment to gather her bearings before she pushes herself up. After briefly flicking over the exchange between the child and the king, she dusts off her robes before stepping on the end of her quarterstaff to bring it sharply upright for her right hand to snatch it. She uses it as something of an overgrown walking cane.

Qiūyuè - after catching on to the nature of the exchange - turns to face the young girl expectantly. She waves her arm as to ensure the sleeves of her robes cover the back of her hand before she turns to face the girl expectantly.

[@Moonman] [@Black Alice]