Galadriel

As little Hoshi flew for the first time in her life, one of the oldest Nocturnes slipped off her mage's gloves, a small smile on her face. She always did like making dreams come true.

Born during a lightning storm in the realm of the Stormcaller, she eventually dismissed the Ancient One, not enjoying his concept of "work". Slavery was more like it.

Drawn to ancient, and arcane, magics she found herself taking up a pilgrimage to the Starfall Isles.
She, being younger and more eager to see more of Sornieth took a rather winding route. A smile crosses her face as she pushes off of her ledge to join the tiny Nocturne in flight as she recalled her journey.

Though a good portion of the shifting expanse--it always seemed to storming, rain and lightning lashing out. The Ashfall Wastes were next, I found out that most coatls...don't quite understand colours. From there, it was through the Windswept Plateau. The winds were so strong, but so much fun. Another, larger smile crossed her face Thankfully Magic is stronger. And it was thick in the air now, the closer I got to the Starfall Isles. From the Plateau it was just a short hop across the water. The Arcanist himself welcomed me, and directed me to this lair. What a blessing it is to be home.