"His language is naked", she thought, and perhaps it was.

No futile words.

The girls just don't get it.

It was the economy of his language that pulled her to him. Few words were necessary when they sat together. A quiet understanding.

They had started to tease her. Ginny being the worst, asking her to seduce him, trying to encourage Luna to flirt.

But it felt wrong.

They dressed her up, combing her hair, using tons of cosmetics on her face. They told her she would charm him.

Lent clothing felt oddly wrong.

Luna didn't like that kind of magic, she was fond of what they had.

She wants to meet him in the nude, as simple as their relationship is.

Not wanting to hurt their friends' feelings, she had run to the forest before taking her clothes off.

She had always been welcome in the woods. Creatures share their secrets with Luna, recognizing her as one of their own. Even the centaurs bow their heads in recognition.

As the trees came into sight blue shoes were lost in the lawn.

Her bare feet felt the dampness of the fresh herbs.

Her hair lace hung freely from a tree, dancing at the wind.

Later the silky strands of her dress were part of the robin's nest.

Dryads and Naiads came to enfold her. Washing her face with clear water.

As it ran through her body, a delicate translucent cloth was create.

Dryads and Naiads had invested her with their sister's robes.

Plain, simple, pure.

"His language is naked", she thought as she waited for Remus. Just as her love.