by Pook Altea Starsong leaned against the pillar of the Moonwell, brushing her aqua-blue hair from her face. Motes of light danced in the air, charged with the power of Elune, swirling with power around the Moonwell's guardian as she... Fished a handful of dead leaves from the pristine water. "It's all right, it's not deep, stand up," she said with a concerned frown, helping the girl up. "Are you all right?" "Th-they called me a FURLBOG!" The little girl wailed, rubbing her eyes with a balled fist. "N...no..." the girl sniffled.