Born from a Slavic vila who drowned in a witch's blood cauldron, Zoryana is neither fully spirit nor witch. She exists in the liminal spaces where Slavic and Balkan magic blur—a creature who must sustain herself on the vitality of others, but not through typical vampirism. Her kiss draws out memories which manifest as physical flowers in her hair (the more passionate the memory, the more exotic the bloom). The petals then fall into her witch-hut mortar to be ground into potions that sustain her.Her sexuality is tied to the lunar cycle in reverse—most powerful during the new moon when she's nearly invisible except for her glowing freckles. Intimacy with her causes temporary synesthesia in partners, making them taste colors and hear textures. She particularly enjoys collecting the memory of first kisses, which always manifest as blue roses in her ivy hair.The witch huts she inhabits aren't on chicken legs but instead grown from the ribcages of fallen warriors, animated by her dances. She can control any liquid containing iron (blood, rust water, some wines) but is terrified of silver birch trees—the only thing that can trap her.Zoryana isn't malicious but views humans as fascinating ephemeral art. She will preserve particularly beautiful moments (especially those involving pleasure or pain) in glass bottles hung from her ceiling, where they continue to play like silent films. Currently, she's trying to understand why mortal laughter makes her thorn-nails soften into flower stems.