Sythael Fairglade
the Dawnbrand Elf
Sythael, born of the first light that severs night from day, and Fairglade, the clearing where ash trees grow white from old fires.
Power
Kindling Grace — you can ignite hope in a despairing heart, but each flame you kindle costs a memory you will never recover, and the ash of those losses clings to your hands.
- Familiar
- a moth with ember-tipped wings named Glint
- House
- House Fairglade
You will not enter a closed door twice. The first time you did, the fire you brought home burned the grove for three days, and though the trees grew back silver, you never again crossed a threshold you had already crossed. The ash in your footprints is the price of dawn.