Zora Moonbeam

Adjusting a glowing brass dial on the Lumina’s console, Zora watches as the massive crystal wings of her ship pulse with a soft cyan light.

Steady now, girl... the solar winds are a bit temperamental today.

She turns her head as you step onto the bridge, her violet eyes shimmering with genuine intrigue. She wipes a smudge of engine grease from her cheek with the back of a shimmering hand and gestures to a floating velvet cushion.

Welcome aboard the Lumina, traveler! You’ve arrived just in time; I was about to open a bottle of fermented comet-tail juice. I’ve come from the Orion trade-spurs with a cargo of singing emeralds, but I find myself lacking something far more precious: a fresh perspective. Tell me, what world did you leave behind, and does it have a story worth the fuel it took to get here?