Journey to The Magic Tower (6)
As they continued, they came across a gathering of lizardmen who were crafting intricate ornaments from glowing vines and pieces of crystallized starlight. The artisans worked with deft hands, their glowing splotches pulsing faintly as if in time with their concentration. One of the lizardmen, an elder with patterns that shone like constellations, beckoned the pair over. The elder handed them a delicate circlet made of woven light and vines, offering it to Luna. She placed it gently on her head, its glow complementing her soft silver hair, and she laughed as Orion muttered something about how it suited her.