Mirela Ashmark
the Emberveil Countess
Named for the ash-smudge that never leaves your left palm, and the mark fire leaves on everything it touches.
Power
You can pluck a person's warmest memory and let it smolder to embers in your palm — they feel only a gentle forgetting, but you carry every stolen warmth, and it chars you from within.
- Familiar
- A moth with eyes like live coals named Cinder
- Bloodline
- House Ashmark
They say you glide through rooms like heat haze, that your laughter sounds like kindling catching. You do not remember the fire that gave you your name, only the aftermath: the ash on your hand, the silence after the roar. You have learned to love the quiet, because it means nothing else is burning.