The Songbird of Ravenmire Manor.

She asked me not to write her history. She prefers to keep it her own.

I met her on a foggy spring morning as she walked among the manor gardens. It was barely after the dawn and I hadn’t slept that night. I didn’t know what brought me to the manor, but somehow I felt I had to be there.

She was humming a melancholy melody as she walked among the flowers. I felt as if we were both mourning something unknown. Something that left a deep aching grief that couldn’t be gotten rid of.

Mythos adores her. Somehow I feel responsible for protecting their happiness.