At first, I was disappointed by Luna's angry face. Then I read the short piece, and realized why. It's not an angry look, nor a sad one. It's a look of pure anguish, a minor glimpse inside the mind as it slowly breaks from the pain. Just a brief flicker, a moment when she lets her guard down and the world is able to glimpse, should they be looking, what truly lies inside. And fortunately for the rest of us, though no mortal saw such on that day, your mind's eye was able to capture that brief insight.
But alas, I was born under a full moon, to the cold October winds. To this day I settle my nerves and ease my weary mind to the sight of it monthly. I feel like, but for existing, Luna would have found many true supporters, myself included, in her nightly duties.