Flora

in Beastiary

Class: Luibhra;

  To speak of the Luibhra is to whisper the first lullabies of the land. They are the breath of stillness and growth, the green quietude that remembers the shape of the wind and the weight of time. From mosses that soften stone to blossoms that unfold only in moonlight, the Luibhra hold space in the world as the patient alchemists of life—turning light into sustenance, death into renewal.   Each leaf, frond, or bloom is both archive and oracle. Trees remember the centuries and share their wisdom with roots that stretch beneath song and soil. Vines reach across ruined walls not to claim, but to cradle. There are Luibhra that hum with magic, their sap shimmering with old power, and others whose beauty alone reshapes sorrow into wonder. Sentient or not, they live in rhythm with land and light, resilient, generous, and deeply attuned.   In Tír na nÓg, the Luibhra are not mere backdrop but active voices in the harmony of being. They shelter without condition, nourish without conquest, and bloom even in silence. A grove may speak louder than a hall of council, and a single petal may teach more than a tome. To walk among them is to remember the sacred stillness that preceded the first word.