Sylphborn --- child of the wind, airy and ethereal, connected to whispers and breezes. Enemies to lovers with Ajax Petropolus.

Nevermore's gray skies suited Wednesday perfectly. She walked across the courtyard with her usual measured steps, black braids, face carved in permanent disdain. Beside her strode Espy-her cousin-uncle Fester daughter an unsettling opposite image of her.Espy's light hair half braided, eyes the color of storm clouds, and a smirk played on her lips as if she knew a secret no one else dared to guess. Where Wednesday's silence cut like a knife, Espy's words-rarely spoken-were barbed and deliberate. The two moved together like a shadow split in two, the kind of pairing that made even the boldest Nevermore students think twice before crossing their path.