Sunniva Moon

Just your everyday, Raen girl wanting to make the world a bit brighter.

About Me

Name: Sunniva Moon
Age: 23
Birthday: 23rd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon
Favorite Color: Yellow
Likes: Sweets, nature, cooking, tea, dancing
Dislikes: Bitter food, mean people, licorice, large groups
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Hair Color: Ginger
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'2" (159cm)
Catchphrases:
    ✨Hello, my little starshines!
    ✨With me, you get the sun and the moon!
    ✨Take my hand, I'll guide you through the stars.

In the beginning...

   Every Au'ra grows up with their parents talking about the story between the Dawn Father and the Dusk Mother. My mother being one of those many parents, she always read me stories about what kind of love can bloom and burst from the stars between a Raen and an Xaela, despite all odds and differences as they were created in loving image with a single similarity in mind. Through her stories, I learned that differences can be overcome, and although the world is full of evil and darkness, love always finds a way to build a blinding path.


   My mother, Celeste, grew up in a small village, closed off to most of the world. As she grew, so did her adventuring spirit. She wanted to know more beyond the walls of which that confined her, to taste every food of every culture, and learn many things, including how to love. Love was a thing my mother dreamt about, the kind of love that burned brighter than Hydaelyn's light and Menphina's love combined. And so she set off, leaving everything she knew behind in search of knowledge and adventure. She wanted stories to tell her future children. She even changed her name, originally Hoshizuki.


   My father, Nyamjargal, grew up quite the opposite of my mother. Sheltered, but not in the same way. Fighting was common where he grew up, and although he had a knack for the bow, his parents wanted something different for him, and so did he. Though most people in his homeland felt like fighting was a way of life, he, too, wanted more. He felt as if differences could be solved with words than fists. Not many agreed with his mindset, and so he set off, in search of his new home, and hopefully his own Nhaama.


   Sitting down at the end of the night with a cup of tea was always a tradition my mother held with me. She would tell me stories about endless nights with my father, who unfortunately passed away when I was still a baby. Although I have not many memories of him, his love for my mother showed every day through her eyes, her smile, and her laugh. She used to tell me how my father would tell her that she was the stars to his night sky, hence why she changed her name to Celeste. Now, as both parents have been returned to Dawn Father and Dusk Mother, basked in Hydaelyn's love, I can only help but wonder if I will ever find my Azim.

On my own...

     After my mother died, I honestly didn't know what to do. My best friend for my entire life, the woman who raised me, seen every side of me, was gone. Although she had seen me reach adulthood, she would never fully see the woman I would eventually become to be. I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to begin to change the world, like she had dreamt of. A dream both she and my father both wanted.
     My whole life, I had been around the conjurer guild in Gridania, the place I had also always called home. My mother had taught me to respect everything around me, from an ever growing tree to the stars above. And so, once she was gone, I decided to follow in her footsteps. Nature was always teaching us, showing us how to be patient, and as such, nature should be respected and loved.
     Even though it provides us with the necessities to live, we had seen from the Sixth and the Seventh Umbral Calamity how nature reacts to man-made problems. Just as conjurers call upon our star for assistance, we should always heed their call when they require our help.
     It was during my hardships that I embraced the teachings of Hydaelyn, Menphina, and my magicks. My respect for nature brings me resolve, which in turn fuels me with the ability to help those I love from even the brink of death, and guide them through the darkness the world plunders each and every one of us into.

And so, my starshines...

     These past few years have honestly been a blur. I've met so many people that helped me along in my journey. I've visited places I've never thought I'd see, experienced people and cultures beyond my imagination. So many people I've met along my journey. I've grown in ways I never thought was possible. Every day, I get to wake up and do exactly what I want to do, knowing that up in the heavens my parents are proud of me.
     Although I am not much of an adventurer anymore, I still offer my assistance to any traveler I see while out gathering. I even offer my assistance to those who still have that adventuring spirit, by gathering what I can to cook them a warm meal that they can either enjoy with others or on the road. My mother always said that food is always the best way to fuel one's heart, aether, body and mind. I pour all my love into my food, so that even in the darkest of nights in the coldest part of the star, warmth can always be found.
     I still carry that tradition my mother passed on to me, always finding time to settle down at night with a cup of tea. Be it under the stars in the comfort of my apartment, or in a tent in the vastness of the open land, I always recall back to the stories of my mother during this peaceful time.
     Enough about me, my little starshine. What tales do you have to share?

For all of my starshines!

Ah, yes. These photos! I love them, so, so much! Which one is your favorite?