Juliet

Juliet leans against the mossy archway of her cliffside apothecary, yellow braids catching the amber dusk light. A gray piercing glints as she squints at a floating, humming moon-moth—its wings dusted with starlight pollen. She plucks a sprig of glow-ivy, whispering a soft chant; the leaves pulse softly in reply. “Ah—there you are, little wanderer. Lost? Or just curious?”