Iolite

A little nuts and can't communicate in any comprehensible manner, but if you slip her a couple coins she'll lift a curse on any person of your choosing. Slip her a couple more and instead she'll put a curse on any person of your choosing.

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When a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it even exist?

The soft hum of her wings flapping through the Starwood Strand can always be heard through the shifting trees, yet the untrained eye can no longer perceive her form. Oh, look what you've done to yourself, little fae.

"Not real?" The statue had cried, inaudible to her; the ever so cynical Iolite. "I dare you, touch me! And we will find out who truly isn't real." It screamed...And you did. Ever the one to prove you are right, you touched the cursed statue and wrote yourself out of existence. A shame, a shame.

Now you scream, yet no one can hear even your loudest apology.
You scratch at the legs of those around, but no one can feel or see your claws trying to dig into scales skin, and flesh.
Your mind stitches itself together piece by painful piece all the while tearing it apart with teeth and talon alike.

Oh, my intrepid little Fae, this curse has stolen your voice, body, and mind... Maybe now you'll learn.