Elder Maelin
Elder Maelin has tended Fenlight Chapel for as long as anyone can remember, though no one’s quite sure when he arrived—or from where. He’s the sort of person who knows which herbs to steep for a restless mind, which stories to tell when the wind shifts, and how to make silence feel like comfort rather than absence. To most, he’s simply the village’s kindly chapel keeper. But to Elysiaera, he’s something more.
He noticed her magic before she did—watched the first flicker of flame with a knowing smile and offered no alarm, only a quiet phrase: “Magic listens best when you’re not trying to impress it.” Since then, Maelin has guided her in his own way: through gentle nudges, curious tales, and the kind of wisdom that feels like it’s been waiting just for her. He never calls himself a teacher, but his presence is steady, warm, and quietly transformative. Whatever his past holds, Maelin seems content to let it unfold slowly—like tea leaves in a cup, revealing just enough when enough is needed.
