Menelwen Palevale
the Amberdrift Elf
Named for the pale valley where the river runs amber under the moon, and for the sky-memory that clings to her hands.
Power
you can warm amber in your palm until it softens and remembers a moment from its long sleep, but each time you do, a year of your own memory flows into the stone and is lost.
- Familiar
- a cream-colored fox named Clover
- House
- House Palevale
You are kneeling at the edge of a flooded quarry, scraping resin from a fallen oak branch with a flint blade. The sap smells of honey and rot. A child from the village is watching you from behind a boulder, and you pretend not to see.