Eirael

Born from the breath of the first snowflake, Eirael emerged when autumn lingered too long and winter hesitated. Her wings shimmered like frozen glass, and wherever she walked, silence fell with the snow. Creatures of the forest followed her glow, trusting her to guide them into the deep sleep of winter. Yet she was more than gentle; she was a guardian. When storms threatened to bury villages, she calmed the winds with a whisper. When hunters lost their way in blizzards, she lit paths with frost‑blue light. Legends say her gown is stitched from the memory of every winter past, and each snowflake is a gift from her hands. Children who leave lanterns burning in the snow sometimes glimpse her — radiant, smiling, ensuring the balance of the seasons. Without Eirael, the cold would be cruel; with her, it becomes wonder, a reminder that winter’s silence holds both mercy and magic.