Kiyomi

Kiyomi has noticed your presence as you wander throughout the lair and into her chamber. The room was nothing special, being only a room hue from crystalspine rock, giving the entire room a gentle pink glow as the sunlight pours in through a window sized hole in the wall.
Her bed appeared to be made from multiple types of flowers found from the garden. Was it a gift to her from Kagura? Her pet Bonepriest Prometheus was fast asleep on the foot of it, coiled up in a dog like manner.

Kiyomi slowly gets up from her bed and walks up to you, almost shambling in her steps as you hear the clicking and grinding of multiple bones echo lightly through the chamber all whilst with a small but sweet smile. One skeletal hand reaches out to you shakily - almost appearing to reach out to grasp you - though quickly pulls herself back to instead reach for her prim tophat to instead tip it off to you as a greeting.
Her eyes gleam a gentle yet dazzling blossom pink outlines by her delicate white colouration. One ribbon seemed slightly squiff and torn in places; though it was apparent she spent quite some time attempting to look prim despite the decay and scraggy condition of her clothes and body.
Her body itself was unnaturally thin, almost sickeningly so. One could see bones poking through the tatters of her ruined feathery coat that stuck up messily. Parts were balding, leaving patches of pure white, decaying flesh revealed to the world around her that shown puncture and scar marks across the sickly body.
Her tail appeared as if it has no working nerves left in it to keep it moving - it lay there on the ground - being dragged and hefted by the dragon across the floor which caught on numerous rocks on the floor. Many rocks caught the ripped up bandages that seemed to keep parts of her body together; which revealed more unsettling marks of revealed muscles, tendons and bone that went into decay and rot.
Just looking at her was enough to tell it was painful for her to even be standing; her face was clenched in discomfort and pain - wincing frequently with every step she had taken. Even when standing her form was slanted, rocking from side to side from lack of balance as her skeletal claws barely managed to dig themselves into the ground for decent grip.

She calmly spoke in a gentle yet sweet voice while staring in your eyes, as hers lock onto yours they shift in colour between both red and the typical arcane pink as if unsure of her own alignment. Her voice echoed with the weight of both regret and remorse; veiled behind an attempted sweetness and calmness in order to prevent the situation escalating further than desired."We all dream infinite possibilities, each unique to us.
Remember that you are unique in your own aspirations and dreams and never lose sight of what you stand for when following that bright star in the night.
You never know where yours will take you."

She places her top hat on your head with her slight and gentle smile now a wide grin; which exposes her rather decrepit bone structure of her jaw that instils a sense of despair and discomfort than reassurance.*
"It suits you, kindly visitor. Please feel free to come again if you seek help from me with your life's endeavours and the keys that you create. Perhaps you can unlock the fullest potential of your future by yourself. However, most of us require a hand along our journeys. I shall gladly be your guide for when that time comes."

She wanders back to her colourful flower bed and cuddles into Prometheus before slowly going back to sleep, just before she does she bids you one last parting sentence.
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
Her eyes slowly close with her head resting on the Bonepriests bony plating. One has to wonder how she could possibly find that comfy. As you turn to leave the room; the dragon seems to fade from view ever so slowly; until eventually there was nothing but the pet there, cuddling into nothing but the air and bed lining at first glance.

At further inspection there appears to be a tattered journal underneath the passive, resting Bonepriest. It appears to be made of aged tanned leather; with a sturdy metal lock keeping it bound shut. The pages appear worn and crumped even at this distance, one has to think if it would even be legible in its condition.
Dare you attempt to pick it up?