Cirdanel Stormstride
the Gilded Squall Elf
Named for the first flash of lightning that struck his mother's golden loom, leaving a thread of bright metal woven through the cloth.
Power
Laughing Storm — you can coax a thundercloud into chasing you like a playful dog. The rain that follows smells of copper and old pocket change, and any coin it drenches feels warm for a week.
- Familiar
- A glasswing butterfly named Zephyr
- House
- House Giltweather
Every dusk, you climb the tallest pine and hang a small brass bell from the highest branch. You claim it calls the lightning for a game of tag. The truth is, you like the sound of its voice after a long, still day.