[Lioashu]

Reference for Alani's new light staff, recolored to suit her. The dark brown isn't shading, all of it is actual colors.
The red / orange "orbs" at each end glow.

Quote from my form;

Alani’s light staff is a large, shaped branch with two orbs of light on each end; various patches of flowers sprout over it. Much like her tail, fireflies are attracted to the ends of the staff, and often cloud around her. She created it sometime after her father’s death, when she found her purpose. The staff emits a scent that relaxes all those around her, which can often be crucial in certain situations of stress and anxiety.

In fact, she has used it in such a situation before. She had been ambling through her home village when she heard the cries of a young viscling. She found the source of the sound, which was a lost viscling, early on in their childhood. Alani had kept her staff with her, and held it near her and the viscling. The scent wafted through the air, and she could see the viscling visibly relax. “It’s okay,” she murmured, “what’s the matter?” It looked up towards her with a sniffle, tears staining it’s cheeks. “I lost my mommy,” It whined, wiping one of it’s eyes. “Here, I’ll help you,” she guided the viscling around town, watching for it’s mother. Eventually, a panicked viscet approached her. “Oh my goodness! You found my daughter! Thank you so much, Alani,” she stooped down to scoop up the now cheerful viscling in her arms.

The two viscets sauntered off on their way, and Alani continued heading around the village.

Another time she used her staff, was when a wild doe was found injured a little ways into the forest. A viscet had come up and told her about it, and immediately she set on her way. The doe was in a small clearing, curled up with a wounded back leg. Alani knew she would be alarmed once she felt threatened, so she held her staff near herself while she calmly approached the doe. She had raised her head, and almost jumped up to escape, but once the scent reached her, she relaxed and remained on the grass. Alani kneeled down, cleaning the wound and gently bandaging the leg.

She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She beamed at the doe who only blinked gratefully in return. Wobbling, she stood back up, cautious with her repaired leg; then, she bounded off.

Alani was proud of herself, that she could help others. Sure, she couldn’t help them quite like her father helps, but she tried her best to honor him. The staff sometimes sprouts marigolds, which will cause her to reminisce about the ones in her father’s garden. She had watched those flowers the most out of all of them, feeling like they were the last physical connection she had to him. They meant the world to her, and were a daily reminder that he’ll always be there, even if he isn’t physically there. Words echoed in her mind as she examined them again.

“Stay strong for me.”