Lunista, a soft spoken Kiamara as delicate as the with light flower markings she owns, lives in a hidden, whispered-forest realm. Her most cherished possession isn't a magical artifact or glittering jewel, but a small, well-worn wooden nightingale carved from ancient moonwood. The little bird has smooth, darkened eyes made of amber and is tied with a braided vine that hangs from her saddle. She believes its silent song wards off the mischievous shadow-sprites that flit through the twilight groves. Lunista often holds it, feeling the comforting weight of the wood as she gazes toward the twin moons.

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