Ilyrana Sunstar
the Mistmote Elf
Named for the glint of starlight trapped in a dewdrop at dawn, and for the warm light that melts the mist by noon.
Power
You fold mist into the shape of forgotten songs, and those who listen weep without knowing why – but each song you shape takes a year from your life, so you sing rarely, and only for the worthy.
- Familiar
- a water-drake no larger than a finger named Tinira
- House
- House Sunstar
Every dusk, you count the ripples on the pond until the first star appears – when the count matches the day's sorrows, you hum a single note into the reeds. The mist answers by curling into a shape that mirrors your mood, and you have learned to read the weather in its turns.