Before you've really had a chance to make up your mind on how you feel about your predicament, you find yourself slipping from the warm embrace of Luna's gargantuan fingers.
Dark and soft--That's how you'd describe your new environment. It doesn't take a Ravenclaw to figure out you're in Luna's pocket now. You feel as if you've made progress on how you feel about the situation, though. Lacking Luna's warmth, you're definitely a lot more scared than you were before.
You can tell immediately when Luna starts walking. Your pocket prison sways back and forth to the rhythm of her stride. You hate to admit it, but the gentle motion does start to quell your fears a bit. After a few minutes, you almost feel drowsy.
Upon realizing just how soothed you're feeling, you recognize a new fear: Are you enjoying all this? The warmth and safety of Luna's hand, her pretty, gentle face, and the rhythmic sway of her stride from inside her pocket... How long until you see her not as a peer in unusual circumstances, but actually as a superior being that might call herself your owner? Are you already taking on the mindset of a pet? Are you giving in that easily?
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