Lucarnia Bitaran

Name: Lucarnia Bitaran
Age: 30
Species: Ilma
First Appearance: The History of Ilmgral: Book One. The Sundering of the Two Moons		Power: Lucarnia is of the Krun-ilma and she has power over all the elements but being a descendant of Krun, she has extreme power over the plant life of the world.

Appearance: Lucarnia is tall and slender, like Mina was in the past. She has dark brown hair with evergreen leaves growing within. Root like veins come from under her green eyes and fall down her cheeks.
Backstory: Lucarnia is an evergreen of her people. She does not withdraw in winter like most of the Krun-ilma. She has had an un-easy life, with rebels taking her mothers home town. She fell in love with one of the guardians of winter but when he fell in the battle of Elmsatomen, she became cold and bitter.Story Excerpt: “Tell me wood daughter, how did you know I was here?” He asked.
“You said it in the name you give me. We who live in the wood, hear the trees and many do not like the hearts of the Ilma, who chop them down for their machines of war.” She laughed like it was some joke, but Morelin hesitantly looked towards the trees, his power reaching out to silence the wind that blew through them. His eyes then went down to the flower, “This is livora.” He said, “That grows only on the lands where the kin of Drage have lived.”
She looked up at him, taking in the lines of his face, “It was sent over by my family who reside over the ocean. It does not like our soil so I must force it to grow.” She pulled a seed from the top of one of the flowers and placed it in Morelin’s hand, “Perhaps you could grow them in your garden my lord.”
Morelin shook his head, “I have not the power.”
She seemed confused, “But you are a child of Mina.” She took the seed and placed it in the soil in front of him.
“I never learnt her gifts.” Morelin could not help but falter under her gaze.
“Close your eyes.”
Morelin did as she commanded and suddenly everything, but the sound of the trees was cut out.
“What do you feel?” She asked.
Morelin sensed through his powers, “I can feel the water in the soil. There is a stream southward. I can feel the wind, it comes from the south, carrying a late autumn warmth.”
“Feel beyond.” Lucarnia ordered. Her hand grasped his and forced it towards the seed.
Morelin gasped. He felt it, the small nugget of energy locked within the ground, “I can feel it.” He whispered.
Her hand released his, “Now spread it. Imagine the flower to grow, give it your strength to grow.”
Words came un-bidden from Morelin’s mouth, and he did as commanded, giving his strength to the flower so that it could grow. He had the image in his head, the image of the flowers Lucarnia had formed, and he focused on the that.
His connection broke as Lucarnia laughed beside him. His eyes shot open, and he sighed. It might have been a flower. There were some petals hanging onto a stem that was too thick to be supported.
“You will need practise.” She stood, her smile widening, moving the roots upon her cheeks. She sang and a seed grew on the flower. She handed it to Morelin who tucked it in his pocket, “Can I ask a question now lord?”