Name: Maerelith "Mae" Linweave
Race: Elf (age unknown)
Appearance:
Silvery-gray hair coiled in a low bun, secured with pins shaped like sewing needles
Skin like aged parchment but eyes bright as polished amethyst
Always wearing a simple but perfectly tailored gown, regardless of the hour
Always, always stitching—her needle moves with a rhythm even when she speaks
Personality:
Gentle, soft-spoken, but never dithering
Radiates calm and quiet authority—people instinctively lower their voices around her
Possesses infinite patience, except when it comes to clients who don't respect the craft
Sometimes speaks in rhyme without realizing it, especially when measuring or making thread choices
Rumors:
Some say Mae is not truly elf, but fey, or that her needlework is prophetic
Others whisper that certain threads she uses remember their owners, or even carry luck
There’s a locked cabinet in the back that holds fabric from a dead god’s robes, stitched only once every century
Sample Quote:
“A seam may hide a truth, or mend a wound. A thread knows where it's been, and what it binds.”
(She says this often. No one knows if she made it up—or if it means something more.)