Race: Kasherni (Earth Elf).

Origin: Raised in the moss-furred hollows of the Deeproot Glades, Saera grew up among herbalists and spirit-whisperers—yet never stayed quiet herself. She carved her path with sharp words and sharper tools.

Appearance: Warm brown skin freckled with amber, thick black curls cropped to the jaw, and honey-gold eyes that gleam with mischief. Usually seen barefoot, wine-voiced, and holding something poisonous but pretty.

Personality: Witty, strategic, and unbothered. Saera doesn’t strike first—but she never strikes twice. She walks the line between village healer and cunning saboteur, always watching. Always collecting favors.

Magic: Earthsong Diction — her voice, when woven with soil-bound herbs, compels root, rot, and spirit. She's known to cure grief or grow a vine through a liar's throat.

Flaw: Trusts no one entirely—not even herself. She smiles when wounded and bleeds where no one can see.

☠️ Healer of the forgotten. Speaker for ghosts. ☠️ Blends charm and venom in equal measure. ☠️ Hides prophecy in poetry. Dances with death like an old flame.

Content Warning: Earth-bound magic, manipulative charm, emotional compartmentalization, poisons, ghosts of old lovers.

“Even weeds know when to bloom.”

“I stitched your fate between the roots. It’s flowering now.”

[Link to Kasherni Codex Coming Soon]