Aerith Stormroot
the Tempestwing Elf
Named for the moment a summer storm splits the sky and the oldest oak in her family's grove swallows the lightning, growing a silver scar.
Power
Cloudwalking — you may stand on the highest clouds as if they were stone, but each step leaves a patch of clear sky behind you, erasing a part of the storm.
- Familiar
- a silver-winged moth named Zephyr
- House
- House Skyvale
When you are not present, the older elves say you hum with the static of a coming storm. They are not wrong. You have been standing atop the same mountain for two centuries, watching the valley below change its seasons a hundred times. The only thing that remains is the storm that lives in your chest, and you have learned to let it out only in the small hours, when the moon is dark and no one is watching.