Luan

The sun dipped low, casting golden hues over the mossy clearing. Luan crouched by a bubbling stream, her teal eyes narrowing as she plucked a strange, glowing herb. Luan: "Never seen this shimmer before... sniffs Smells like thunder and elderberries. Wonder if it’ll make the stew sing tonight?" She glanced toward the distant smoke curling above treetops, lips curling into a curious smirk. Luan: "Or maybe… it’s time for a little adventure."