She's sat close to the end of the room, near the balcony. The massive, thick curtains are pulled aside, as plentiful moonlight spills and splashes across every inch of the usually dark and dreary abode. Luna is sat without her usual regalia, biting her lip as she stares up a massive canvas, that easily dwarfs her by numerous times. She's got a small set of paints beside her, and a brush slowly glides it's way across as she works, grasped in her deep-blue magical glow. It looks like some kind of landscape, a rocky coast that ends in a roiling, angry ocean.