I was born to the race of Wood-elves who make their homes in the high boughs of oak, cedar and yew. At a young age our clan's elders taught their daughters to use the magicks of the woodnotes, the language of trees. For every leaf and seed there is a spell or two to know. I keep a large collection of leaves, berries, twigs and seeds in the event that I need them to cast a spell.

Elves have two selves. One stays among the tree folk while the other wanders the world. While I sleep safely in my nest, my dream-self hears the beat of a drum, somewhere distant. Accompanying me in my journey to find the drum is a stubborn little pixie called Tugroot. Though he is a menace and nuisance, he proves himself to be loyal and occasionally helpful.