Naomi's Pov

“I am whatever you think I am,” Deluna responded as she retrieved a bowl from the shelf and placed it on the table. Her steps were precise and beautiful as she walked.

“I do not understand you Deluna,” I asked as I stared at her again, still amused at her house and now shocked at her response.

The question is, what do you think of me, Naomi? Deluna replied as she stared at the contents inside the bowl with a metallic spoon.

It wasn't a modern one, it looked ...