1250 C.E.
In a dense forest, a solemn priestess roams alone. The tall and mossy trees surround her. She stands at 5'10 of average built. She lays her hand upon the largest of the trunks and her deep blue eyes follow up it to the thick brush of the tree.
"Hm..." She reaches up, moving her long, nearly black, hair, and grips onto one of the thick branches. She pulles herself up and sits on her knees on the branch. She carefully stands, as not to trip on her long blue dress, and reaches up to climb again. As she makes it up to the bed of the trunk, her speed increased. When she gripped the last branch her hand began to slip. "Damn!" She gripped harder and pulled herself up.
The bed of the tree was a flat area about 75 feet up into the tree surrounded by thick branches headed up towards the twilight heaven. The woman walked across the 12 foot wide opening and crouched to pick up a purple plant with oddly shaped leaves of blue.
"Perfect!" She smiled warmly, "5 more of these and I can make that"
"Luna...," a dark voice whispered.
Luna turned around and foudn nothing but the night approaching on the horizon. "Hm..." She looked around, grabbed her plants and dropped from the tree, landing perfectly on the ground. She storms off into the forest.
