Cirriel Windvale
the Silverstill Elf
Named for the silver light that pools in the high valleys of the Windvale range, where the wind hums through the hollows of ancient stone.
Power
Silver-reflection — you can mirror a moment in polished silver, but the mirror shows only what you truly saw, not what you wish you had.
- Familiar
- a silver-horned ibex named Fleece
- House
- House Cirral
You said, 'The wind will carry it,' and then you let the silver coin fall into the gorge. Your mother never asked where it went. You learned early that some things are meant to be lost, and that loss itself is a kind of blessing. The moon taught you the weight of light, and silver the patience of cold.