Ailish Fylani

Ailish knows what she appears to be to others, but still isn’t sure what she actually is. She awoke one morning, a full-grown adult “Elf,” enveloped within a cocoon and standing inside the recess of a hollow tree. Tearing herself free, she fell to her knees, wriggling face down and backwards, out the open bottom of the trunk. When she emerged naked from the forest, confused and without language, mouths hung open. An elven woman covered her with a cloak and led her to what would become home. She learned to understand elvish in a month and speak it fluently in three. Common took another two weeks. She chose her name out of those listed in a family scrapbook. She chose the woman as her mother. The tree that she’d been born from had vanished from the forest, and when she described it, none had any recollection of having known of such a tree. Magic came naturally to her, like another language. Curious about her origin but cautious about revealing herself, she speaks of her birth casually and in the third person. No one’s heard of such a thing, nor is there mention in any of the books she’s yet read. Curious.