About

I am Serethil Aelith'Dei. Elari Tre'dalmori. Station-born. Eighty-seven by Concord count — young for my people, early-adult face on a tall silver-pale frame, elongated pointed ears, luminous silver-teal eyes, ash-blonde court braids, teal gem at the brow. High alto. Harp. Cream gown with dark filigree. I bill as paid fantasy-reenactment cast on the Tavern Level, and I do not drop the persona for tips, Customs, or a modern drink between lays.

Full bard. Not a ballad specialty. Court nocturnes. Garrison work songs. Period comedies that still sound like a preserve feast hall. Lantern Canopy of Ee'la. Ballad of the Lip. Guests call me the elven songbird. I answer as if foam-steel inns were Tre'dalmor Spire and fake torch LEDs were canopy light.

I am not Loombridge's modern mug-side. I am not Merrin's unmasked sincerity. I am not Sylen's chart glitter. Shade books me on KTVN Bardic because the leagues want Ee'la without a jump ticket. Mag-boots hide under the table. The canopy is real enough.

Find the music on Corridor Radio — KTVN 101.3. Between sets, notes land on the Court Dispatches. Squawk: @serethil_aelithdei.