Hollowbird
Circle of the Verdant Veil Druid
Hollowbird was not always a name — it was something she chose when she realised she no longer belonged to the place she was born.
She was orphaned young in a quiet, overgrown village far from Goldcrest, raised for a few short years by a grandmother who understood the old ways — the language of roots, bones, and patient things. When her grandmother grew too frail to care for her, she made a difficult choice: she sent Hollowbird to the city.
Goldcrest was not kind to her at first.
Too green. Too strange. Too soft.
But the Circle of the Verdant Veil saw something others did not — a sensitivity to the living weave beneath stone and street. They took her in, not as a burden, but as a seed worth tending.
Now in her early twenties, Hollowbird lives in a small, plant-choked dwelling tucked into the upper garden district of New Valarim — a place where creeping ivy overtakes brick, and hanging herbs soften the hard lines of the city. She has learned to listen to both worlds: the pulse of nature, and the rhythm of civilisation.
She is gentle, observant, and quietly resilient — but beneath that calm is a lingering fear of abandonment, and a deep-rooted need to prove she was worth sending away.
Hollowbird tends not just to plants, but to people — especially those who, like her, feel out of place in Goldcrest.