A gentle soul with eyes like morning mist and a voice that could soothe a storm. Maerwyn moves through the world with grace that seems effortless, though it’s been earned through years of tending, listening, and loving deeply.

Where Halbryn taught Elysiaera to endure, Maerwyn taught her to wait. To breathe before speaking. To offer kindness even when it’s not returned. She’s the one who taught her daughter how to curtsy properly—and how to stand tall when someone tries to make her feel small.

She’s soft-spoken, but never uncertain. Her wisdom comes in quiet nudges: a hand on the shoulder, a story told while shelling peas, a gentle reminder that “good enough” is never enough for someone with wings. When Elysiaera dreams big, Maerwyn is the wind beneath her—never pushing, just lifting. And when she stumbles, Maerwyn is the one who helps her rise with dignity, brushing off the dust and reminding her that grace isn’t about perfection—it’s about persistence.