Elysia Seravael

I grew up in Fennbrook, a quiet farming valley three weeks up the north road. I left at my coming of age, wandered for a summer, came upon Bellreach and it felt like home so I stayed. It's a harbour town at the edge of the map. My rooms are up a crooked stair, and every one of my windows faces the sea.

My days are my own: wandering the cliffs, swimming in water that's far too cold, enjoying the music of the fiddlers at the inn, and staying out later than I should.

The night I first came to Bellreach, the old lighthouse above the harbour, the one that has never once gone out, turned from its usual warm gold to blue for a few heartbeats. I'm just glad I got here in time to see it.

I think there's more to this place than anyone remembers. I just haven't found it yet.