Silaqui Oakmoon
the Hoarfrost Elf
Named for the silver rime that coats the old oak's bark during the deepest winter when the moon is but a sliver.
Power
You can draw frost from moonlight, shaping it into a blade that cuts as sharply as forgotten grief — but each wound steals a memory from you, one you can never reclaim.
- Familiar
- A moth with wings of frozen dew named Fray
- House
- House Oakmoon
They say you never blink, and that your reflections in still water show a face one season older than the one you wear. You came to the Oakmoon grove on a night so cold the trees wept ice — or perhaps you had always been there, waiting for them to notice.