Haladron Duskweaver
the Fulgurite Elf
Named for the vein of lightning-glass that fused your spine at birth, a fossil of a storm that struck the same hour twice.
Power
You command the wind's attention by scarring the sky with a silver whistle cut from your own rib; each use ages the air around you ten years, leaving a dead calm where you stood.
- Familiar
- a storm-petrel named Hollower
- House
- House Duskweaver
The first gale you ever summoned cracked a standing stone older than your people's memory. You did not mean to break it—you only wanted to see if the wind would follow a command. The elders called it a gift. You have been waiting ever since for a storm you cannot unmake.