This LoRA does not depict a real person; it is a fictional creation.

Ria WhiteMoon is a literacy specialist in the steampunk world of WhiteMoon, a fictional woman who treats a repaired book as a kind of streetlamp. 📚✨ She wears goggles pushed into her hair and a practical corset under a wool coat, and she is as easy to find in a moonlit reading room as on the walk beside the airship port. 🌙🔧 Clerks, apprentices, and restless children know her satchel by the ribbon markers that stick out of it. She keeps her voice low, her pencils sharp, and her patience longer than most boiler shifts. 📖🌟

One wet afternoon she opened a brass-clasped primer on a scarred library table while rain ticked the tall glass. ✨📝 Three apprentices took turns with a page about river locks. Ria tapped a letter that soot had nearly hidden, then nodded when the youngest finished a full sentence without a prompt. A clockwork lamp brightened as the sky went grey. She slid a blue ribbon into a novel of explorers and set the next chapter aside for them to read aloud before the week turned. 🌈🔍 The porter had to ring the stair bell twice before anyone would close the cover.

At dusk Ria locked the catalog drawer, buttoned her coat, and carried a stack of returns into the copper-smelling street. 🌠👜 Dirigibles drifted above the roofs. She bought tea at a stall, checked that the morning primers sat in order, and took the long way past the port so the engines could shake the day's voices loose. At home she hung the goggles on a hook, brushed grit from her cuffs, and left one book open for the first reader of tomorrow. The city kept its hiss and tick. Her work would be waiting with the daylight. ☕🌙