In the forests of Vhalandar, some Nissri delight less in shadows and tricks, and more in dancing with the wind. Parsly is such a soul—playful, curious, and full of laughter that rises and falls like a breeze through the leaves. She may not be the sharpest among her kin, but she is surely one of the kindest, her heart open to every creature and her joy as infectious as birdsong at dawn.

Her life changed the day she stumbled upon an old lantern, long fallen from a passing wagon. Where another Nissri might have bartered it away or filled it with tricks, Parsly saw a home. With the help of her Niblyn friends, she dragged the heavy frame into the woods and hung it from a sturdy branch, lining it with moss, petals, and glowing beetles. From then on, her lantern became a beacon—a tiny, swinging haven that chimed softly whenever the wind stirred.

Other Nissri, charmed by the sight, soon began to mimic her. What started as a single whimsical shelter grew into a secret grove strung with stolen lanterns, each claimed and decorated by a Nissri who wished to share in Parsly’s playful vision. Lantern-raids into Vhalandir settlements quickly became a favorite pastime, where mischievous bands snatched lanterns from porches and gardens, leaving behind nothing but laughter in the dark. Now, hidden deep among the trees, a constellation of swaying lights marks the place where Parsly and her kin live, laugh, and play.

Parsly herself remains the heart of it all—always giggling when the breeze sets her lantern-house to swaying, always welcoming others to join her in the glow. She is a reminder that not all mischief is sharp-edged; sometimes it is soft, warm, and filled with light.