Age: Middle Adult, Humanwise 40-50
Gender: Female, She/her

Sometimes, when the moon hangs high and the sky is clouded with fog and mist, those who live in The Chatter rumor to see something underneath the moonlight. Once sighted, said the rumors, they'd go to bed and have horrible nightmares.

Coincidentally, those rumors only sparked up once Eleonora moved in.

Perhaps it has something to do with the unnatural way the world moves around her, as if she was a disconnect between the world and the illusion. It was always shattered through once Eleonora talked.

"I'm going to go see how many flowers I can cram into my mouth!"


On a moonlit night, within the Starwood Strand, a tree shaked.



From the petals a young imperial hatchling fell out. Colored a bright pink like the magic around her, she stretched her wings out to the sky, curious to explore the land.

But a young hatchling that was clanless? Finding the resources to take care of herself would prove difficult, non-including her attitude.