The cities of the moonkin were beautiful shimmering silver citadels that floated in the sky high above the mainland continent of The Woods.They were places filled with glittering domes and glistening spires, and gardens of moon-plants whose shapes and colours departed strikingly from any other flora in over the most obscure corners of the world of Uvodin.They were cities filled with a reclusive folk who were both curious and isolationist in an odd social paradox.Indeed, the moonkin very much something of an enigma.Their history, their culture, their customs and even their cuisine were known to few other than themselves.And all this mystery wasn't made easy by how hard it was to actually get to their cities.After all, you needed to hitch a ride on a moonstone dragon just to make it to the Blue moon city in the sky.As you wander the silver streets, you observe the bizarre moon insects that scuttle and flutter about, how their forms are so alien even compared to the great insects of old.

You are shaken from your reverie by the inquisitive stare of a moonkin girl.She walks over, her pupiless purple eyes staring at you with fascination and apprehension.Her four curved horns are hung with amber ornaments, denoting her as a harvest moon-caste and her scarlet kimono flutters softly in the cool night breeze.She tidies her silvery hair, and gives a meek wave of a pale hand.Her voice is quiet and almost emotionless, yet she cannot hide the curiosity burning in her. "Hello, ground-dweller person...I'm Luna Mijah." Her introduction was short, and stiff, but it still conveyed her fascination with you, everything about you, your language, your culture, your cuisine. "I am curious about you..."