Ruck: a large number or quantity; mass
March 23, 2010
"There must be millions of them!" Luna gasped, straightening up and carefully edging her way along the outcropping of rock.
This was what she loved about her life: an afternoon of hot, difficult work hauling herself up a steep rock face, scraping her hands and nearly falling twice, a sunburn already working its way down the back of her neck (which she'd forgotten to cast a sunblocking charm on), but here she was, finally reaping the enormously satisfactory reward. There were just some places you had to work to reach, and the tumbling cliffs overlooking Wetterlo Bay and its endless, sparkling blue water was certainly one of them.
It was the first magical wildlife preserve Luna and her globe-trotting partner, Rolf Scamander, had ever helped to create the last time they'd been in the Caribbean at the beginning of their decade-long circumnavigation of the world. The Wetterlo island bird had been next to extinct back then due to the magical properties and beauty of their royal plumage. But now –
"That's incredible," Rolf breathed beside her, gazing over the glittering bay dancing red and purple with the swooping water birds. He looked down at her, the awestruck expression lingering, his orange hair whipping about in the breeze. "Looks like we really did something amazing after all."
"Looks like we did," Luna agreed, looking up at his sparkling blue eyes.
This was what she loved the most about her life: sharing that soaring feeling of accomplishment with the one person she knew understood it as completely as she did.
A/N: And there's finally some Luna! I can't believe how easily my favorite characters get missed. Hope you liked it! :) A nice, warm, pretty picture for any fellow northerners waiting for summer. (Although here in the Midwest it seems to have decided to come early just to confuse us all.) And if you had any doubts before, reviews of any length and *mostly* any content are always appreciated! :D