Mithrelle Thornmantle
the Wind-Forged Elf
Named for the grey stormcloud that settled over the elder grove on the day of her naming, her Thornmantle woven from lightning-split oak and the first rain of spring.
Power
you can hold a storm in your closed fist for as long as you hold your breath, no longer. When you release it, the debris it scatters always finds its way back to you.
- Familiar
- a storm-petrel named Hail
- House
- House Thornmantle
You keep a fist-sized piece of frozen lightning from the first storm you ever broke, and it hums in your pocket when the air pressure drops. You have never shown it to anyone, because the last elf who touched it still has no fingerprints.