Serilda Starsong

Shoutout to my incredible guild Moonhaven for letting me guinea pig this experience on them muhahahahah.

A 2025 character sheet for Serilda Starsong.

"Is this it, then? Is it my time, Elune?"

The symbol of Moonhaven.

The liquid fire of Elune.

Font used on the certificate is by Feyawen-WrA

Serilda could feel it: power, warm and soothing, beneath her skin. It thrummed with certainty. Savus’ words pressed against old wounds, whispering to the part of her that still ached for justice. For control. It would be so easy for her to let it loose: To burn away the fetters that bound her, to tear through and silence his vile voice forever. The words that dripped with honeyed poison, spilled into the cracks of her doubts, her fears. The priestess' fingers trembled, her breath shuddering against the weight of this presence, against pain, and it took all the strength she had to know her enemy and to see it for what it was. She drew inward instead of striking outward. She reached for the quiet—the stillness of moonlight upon dark waters, the certainty of the night sky unchanged by the chaos below. “I will not be remade,” she murmured, voice quiet but resolute. “Only the Goddess shall remake me.” She turned her shoulders inward, curling herself like a flower, quieting herself into a reposeful state. The light within her did not explode—it did not lash out with reckless abandon. It unfurled. A soft, luminous glow rose from her skin, gentle as moonlight spilling across the sea.

A quick(ish?) sketch of Seri <3

( It's been a hot minute since I got to write anything about my yearly headcanon event for Kaldorei. Here's a writeup!) https://serilda.azerothnoir.com/2025/03/21/sailingofthespirits/