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Home of the Konti people, this ivory city is built of native konti stone half in and half out of the sea. Its borders touch the Silverwood, and stretch upwards towards Silver Lake, home of the infamous konti vision water. [Lore]
The youngest of the Kalpante daughters has in some ways become the most notorious one when breaking with the family tradition and setting up her own business at the outskirts of Mura.
At first sight it doesn’t look like a shop or service at all which is also why few people actually find it. If ever, tourists mostly discover the small one-storied building painted in green and turquoise grass patterns and decorated with dried algae and grass bundles by accident, although they are almost immediately enchanted by the exotic smell of herbs grown in the small garden and dangling from the eaves. S’kali usually is out and about fixing things around the house. If the door is locked and the small sign reading
in white paint nowhere to be seen, she is roaming the grassy plains or exploring the sky with her beloved animals.
Nobody really knows what services Skyfeathers offers. Some say it’s a healing center connected to the Opal Temple, others claim that S’kali sells the mysterious and otherworldly beautiful Calivari which are sometimes used as mounts by the Konti. The only thing everyone is sure about is that S’kali shares a special bond with the herd of Calivari making the area around Mura their home, prefers their company to that of her fellow sisters and sometimes accompanies them at their flights.
In her early youth S’kali decided to live with animals rather than Konti civilization. After learning at the Opal Temple for several years she abandoned her family for a herd of Calivari that regularly visits the grasslands around Mura. Throughout the years in the wilderness she has almost become an animal herself: Her white hair is usually messy, only shoulder-long and looks like cut with a knife. Her head and practical linen clothing is decorated with small twigs and leaves. Even her bright yellow eyes radiate a more feral than intelligent atmosphere. The words rolling over her lips are simple and unequivocal. She usually knows what she likes and what she despises and is not afraid of turning unwanted visitors away with loud noises and boisterous gestures just like they were nothing more than over-exited squirrels.
