High Druid Eira Skydancer
The Windseer, and the Feathered Flame
High Druid Eira Skydancer is a figure carved in light and wind — elusive, radiant, and always in motion. She is not often seen, but when she appears, she is unmistakable: cloaked in layered robes of wind-stripped linen and raven-feathered mantles, her eyes painted with sigils that shimmer like distant lightning.
Eira rose to her role not through blood or force, but through revelation. As a young initiate, she vanished into a storm without a trace during a moonfasting rite atop Strathglass Spire. She returned three days later, barefoot, frostbitten, and silent — but bearing a staff of glassy obsidian she had not carried before, and with a gaze that seemed to pierce not just through people, but through time. She was named Skydancer for the way she moved afterward — light on her feet, as though the ground itself barely held her.
Eira is not a warrior in the traditional sense. She rarely carries weapons, and she does not command warbands by voice. Instead, she sends falcons, wind-signals, and dreams. She is a master of aeromancy, interpreting the cries of birds, the shape of windblown grass, and the fall of ash in the air. Her druids follow her because she has never once misread a sky-sign — and because every vision she has spoken aloud has come to pass, no matter how small or strange.
Though some within the Clan whisper that her trances last too long or that her riddles sometimes invite more danger than they avert, none question her wisdom when it matters. It was Eira who foresaw the Kaldurreach’s betrayal at Ironsky Crag. It was Eira who dreamed the path through the northern glaciers that saved two aeries from starvation during the Deep Ice Year. And it is Eira who now sees a shadow rising in the south — a great firebird with many heads, flying toward the Clans.
Eira does not lead from behind. She travels constantly between the high aeries and wind-watching posts, her staff humming faintly in stormy weather, her voice never raised but always heard. When she speaks, the wind stills.
Some say she is more spirit than woman. Others say she is the eye of the storm itself.
“The falcon dives not because she falls, but because she knows where she will rise.” — High Druid Eira Skydancer
