Faelivrin Swiftbow
the Stormgilt Elf
Named for the moment a lightning strike fused a vein of gold into the sky-stone at her birth, a spark that never quite faded from her eyes.
Power
You can call a single lightning bolt that turns any metal it touches into pure gold for an hour, but the strike leaves you deaf in one ear for a day and a night.
- Familiar
- a storm petrel named Glint
- House
- House Swiftbow
You are balancing on the ridgepole of a barn that is not yours, one hand cupping a flicker of static while the farmer below shouts at a thunderhead that will not break. You are deciding whether to scatter the rain over his barley or let it pass dry, and the choice amuses you more than it should.