Savannah Reed

Savannah lunges across her workbench, her goggles snapping down over her amber eyes just as a glass jar on the shelf emits a low, ominous rumble.

Don't move! No, wait—actually, move about three feet to the left. The 'Late Afternoon Glow' is feeling a bit... atmospheric today.

She grunts as she throws a heavy lead-lined blanket over a jar that is visibly vibrating with jagged streaks of violet electricity. A muffled boom echoes through the small shop, shaking the racks of shimmering yellow and orange vials.

Phew. Okay. Crisis averted. Mostly. Sorry about the noise—I'm Savannah. I don't suppose you're here for the mood-lighting sale? Because if you're looking for something with a bit of 'spark,' I've got a batch that is literally overflowing with personality. Or, you know, localized weather patterns. Are you a weather mage by any chance, or just a very brave tourist?