There is a myth and legend from the earliest of the of written tales of the Moonlit Sylph. They are said to be a group of fey who wander the world in a nightly ritual. Farmers would leave offerings of cheese and fruit on their stoops to either appease the spirits (either to encourage their benevolence or to bribe for their avoidance it is unclear). The scholars of Rivershear have rejected the tales as the ramblings of the uneducated, but since the Night of Fire there has been more permanent evidence of the Dance and with it more people looking to the tales of fey and their gifts to save them.

“Set me a treat in the mid moon light
Give us a lively song and fortune might
Seventeen by seventeen by seventeen years
The dance does traipse across minds of seers
Mortal choice and mortal woe
Rended Shards the world will sow
So dance with us under her full moon
And give us our due to feel her boon”
– Traditional Carnelon Children’s Rhyme

 

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