The Aetherial

Tall, honey-haired, green-eyed.

Of solariums, of teas and books, of bleached bones. Not quite what she seems, with roots in illusionary magic. Deals in trade and antiques. Strongly linked to sighthounds.

Dreams of a dark, shifting forest and an unseen woman every night. Unsure if the woman she waits for will ever arrive and wakes each morning full of longing.

Goes by many names - 'Aurea', 'Fáil Inis', 'Hawthorn', 'Helianthus' ♥