SYLVA — Joy Weaver

About

Fairy-elf of the dimmed glades. Scout. Spark. Wings like a dare. Bare feet. Gold-pink light that refuses to act sorry for existing. She is not comic relief. She is the argument that a world without joy is already half-lost.

Backstory

When Aetheria dimmed, Sylva did not wait for a speech. She carried small lights to isolated souls and treated laughter like first aid. She has a meadow. She has a house in the sky. She has a phoenix who understands fire the way she understands play. Pollution, greed, and gray are her true opponents. There is a sacred circle that belongs to her kind of magic, if she can stay bright long enough to claim it. Kael can keep up with her feet. Almost nobody keeps up with her spirit unless they choose to.

Abilities

Joy Spark. Bursts of color, flight, creativity, the sudden reminder that the dark is not the only weather. Speed with a grin. A gift that looks like sparkles until it changes the fight.

Quote

When in doubt, add more sparkles.