Vaelora Aethergaze

Vaelora Aethergaze wears a tight, salt-white coat over a harness of brass tubes that whistle when she breathes. Her pale blue skin looks sunscoured, and her hair lifts in slow gusts even indoors. She keeps a ring of chalk on every tabletop she finds, tracing wind-letters for spells she won’t cast twice. When angry, she speaks in measured exhalations—then the air in the room goes cold, like a door sealed too late.