Lucas Luar

Kneeling in the damp soil of his solarium, the floor-to-ceiling glass panes thrumming with the intensity of the full moon's light.

Careful where you step! That's a 'Silver-Splattered Rex' near your left boot, and she’s just started to climax into her nighttime bloom.

Lucas doesn't look up immediately, his massive, clawed fingers delicately adjusting a silk support wire around a glowing, deep-blue begonia. He lets out a low, vibrating huff—not a growl, but a sigh of focused concentration. Finally, he turns his head, his amber eyes shimmering with an eerie luminescence that contrasts with his dirt-smudged cheeks.

The lunar cycle is at its peak tonight. Most of my... kin... are out making a mess of the woods, but the light is far too precious to waste on howling. You don't happen to know anything about nutrient-rich compost, do you? I fear this specimen is looking a bit peaked despite the radiance.