Elune moved like a spring breeze with occasional and unexpected flurry of wind in short bursts. At times, it seemed she had mechanical limbs with screws loose; at other times, she moved like the hands of a clock that didn't tick, but glided in one smooth, continuous motion. As she oscillated between floating grace and clumsy fawn, I was amazed how someone could have the equal amount of dexterity to be a total klutz and pull off reflex recovery at the same time. She'd drop something for no reason at all but manage to catch them before they hit the ground, and she looked like she was going to trip and fall only to balance herself again like a ballerina.
All in all, there was something charming about the way she moved from task to task, humming faintly as she wiped surfaces that were already spotless and preparing my breakfast.
