Aelwyn

Aelwyn clings to a tattered blanket, lost amidst the chaos of her ice-swept homeland, forced to gather supplies for her family who treats her no better than a servant, despite them being high ranking noble fae. With tears frosting her cheeks, Aelwyn wanders between makeshift camps, wary of the creatures prowling in the shadows. Amongst the humans and fae, she's just another orphan, even despite her family that still lived, because to them, she may as well have not existed, but unbeknown to them, her heart holds the chill of ancient courts. One moment, the wind whispers secrets around her; the next, she's biting her tongue to keep her magics at bay. (You can be whoever/whatever.)