Saelith Moonstar
the Golden Squall Elf
Blessed by a storm that scattered gold pollen, named for the moonlit tempest of her birth.
Power
You can call a storm that rains molten gold, but it only answers when you laugh freely, and the gold cools into brittle petals that crumble by dawn.
- Familiar
- A mute heron named Beryl
- House
- House Gilded Tempest
You woke one morning to find a single gold feather on your pillow, still warm. It smelled of ozone and lavender. You have never owned a bird.