The air in the room was chill and unsettling, and part of it was because of Dahlia. We were all eating quietly. I looked over to Dahlia time and time again, but her head was buried in her food, which she didn't seem to be really enjoying. Naturally, the guests always try to spike up conversation, but I guess the Luna Pack is so different.
"Luna Dahlia, I hope the meal is great. You took special care into making it." I was tired of the silence. I just had to say something to at least get the aura under control.
"Dahlia." She said softly, "Call me Dahlia." She lifted her lips in a small smile. "And the food is delicious. I must compliment your cook. Whoever it is must have magical hands."
"Oh, I will be sure to deliver the message."
She still had that smile on her lips and it gave me the creeps. She sucked in some air and started to talk.
