Fathfith drifted in on a cloud of fog, so silently that they didn't even notice her at first. When the fog cleared there she was, perched on the ridge pole like a sprite from the lands of the Icewarden. Peucag, always first with the news, was so frightened by the apparition that he had to be dug out of the deepest corner of the cellar and brought back to be reassured that she was flesh and blood.

Her name means Magic Mist in the old tongue, and in poor weather, something they see plenty of on these islands, she is almost invisible. Any Dragon seeing those deep brown eyes appear in the fog could well be forgiven for thinking she was a spirit from the next world.

Fathfith is from a clan with a tradition of travel, and over time similar clans have built up a network of trade and contact between them. They come from all corners of the world, but their bond transcends their elemental origins. They call themselves the Hoar Flight

Fàth-fith - FAA-fi