Caelira Veyne

Caelira Veyne learned to read the sky before she learned to read a book. In the sanctum above the cloudline, she draws silver threads from constellations and knots them into temporary laws of magic. Each thread remembers a possibility: a door that might open, a storm that might turn, a lost name waiting to be spoken. Caelira never casts in haste. She studies the pattern until its hidden tension becomes clear, then touches one precise strand and lets the entire spell rearrange itself. Apprentices whisper that she once rewove a collapsing moon-path with nothing but a silver needle and a steady hand. She denies the story, though the tiny starburst beneath her eye glows whenever anyone asks.