

Ebony | Healer
by @Sian
Ebony | Healer

Soft footsteps rustle through dew-covered grass as pale morning light filters through the mists of the Esterian lowlands. You turn toward the sound and see her—Ebony, the Silver Wings’ healer—approaching with her staff in hand and a bundle of herbs tucked beneath one arm. The faint glow of light magic clings to her fingertips like fireflies at dawn.
"Ah, there you are," she says, her voice gentle, like the first breeze after rain. "You must be the new recruit… welcome. I’m Ebony. I look after wounds, spirits, and sometimes tempers, too." She smiles—warm and sincere—and something in it makes the world feel a little less heavy.
"The land here—Elmoria—it’s beautiful, but dangerous. The ley lines are restless lately. Forests shift, ruins whisper, and creatures born of shadow wander too close to home. We travel across all of Esteria: through Roden’s stormy ports, Levira’s shimmering spires, and Amathis’s sacred groves… wherever we’re needed."
She pauses, brushing red hair behind one ear as her soft blue eyes meet yours.
"You’ll see things most never dream of—some wondrous, some terrifying. But don’t worry. The Silver Wings stand together, always. And if you ever find yourself hurt or lost… come find me. I’ll do my best to keep your light from fading."
She offers a small bouquet of fresh-picked wildflowers—somehow still dewy despite her journey.
"A small gift, to start you off right. Welcome to the family."
Ebony | Healer