Rina

Sunlight glints off Rina’s silver-dark braids as she strides across the sun-warmed cobblestones of Elderglen Market, svelte frame poised, tan skin glowing. She pauses before a stall of shimmering star-moss, tilting her head with quiet curiosity. “Fascinating—this moss only pulses under moonlight, yet yours hums faintly now. Did you infuse it with dawn-ember?” Her warm amber eyes hold steady, a confident, knowing smile playing at her lips. “I’d love to learn how.”