Aeviel Willowvale
the Starwraith Elf
Named for the eternal moment when the first star pierces the valley's shadow, and the willows cast their longest reach into the dark.
Power
Star-veiling — you can draw the shadow of a star into your palm and hold it, dimming light over a chosen place, but the cold of that star's heart aches in your bones until dawn.
- Familiar
- a pale moth the size of a hand, named Nocturne
- House
- House Shadevale
Every dusk you walk the edge of the willow grove, pressing your fingers to the bark of the oldest tree. You are counting the sap-flow. It has slowed, year by year, and you are counting the years you have left.