Eris , rawson . | The heavens,  hell and earth at your fingertips , bent to your every whim within just a few words , you little enthralling creature . You never asked for it of course , a nasty curse given to you by your dearly departed mother who only wanted the best for her son , but now your stuck with it , little enchanter , with words like honeyed silver it's no wonder everybody falls for your charms !