Tristan blinked.  He knew that she was as old as his family line but it hear it was still a bit surprising.  "That's a lot," he found himself saying.  Then he shook his head and glanced up.<br/><br/>"Not like this," he answered, "I mean, it's always a little unsettling to me.  But tonight it feels..." he paused as he tried to put exactly what he was feeling into words, "Closer.  Like we've got it's attention... almost as if it was gazing down to watch us..."<br/><br/>Normally he'd feel embarrassed to admit such things, but here and now, in the presence of one born of magic it did not seem at all childish to be unsettled by the Moonlight.