Escorie stared in fascination. He was taller than any eluvor she had ever seen, and his skin was pale- and it was skin, like a dolphin's or a fox's under the coat, not the kind of woody covering that she was much more used to calling skin with her own people. His hair billowed around his shoulders, not the mass of curls that a forest Elwen would have, and also a color she wasn't used to seeing in hair, brilliant red. It looked as if it hadn't seen a comb in a few days, at least. But he did wear clothes. If he was a savage, he was a very well-dressed one.
Then he turned to regard her, and she sucked her breath in, just preventing a noisy gasp.
It wasn't that he was especially handsome. It was the strangeness of the face, the way it looked rather than the admiration it inspired in her, that made her gasp. The skin was less pale around the sharp features- high cheekbones, jutting chin and beak-like nose, and strangely wide brow- than on his hands, as if it was burned by the sun. But his eyes were wide, though still diamond-shaped enough to mark him as Elwen, and his eyes were the color of white jade.
--Memory of a Forest Green.
The Lord Damiel, whose name means "song of white jade" (dam "white jade" and iel "music or song") was perhaps the wildest of all the Lords of Summerfire who were not actually insane. He was at one with the wild magic, though he lamented some of the prices necessitated for being its avatar, such as his inability to create any work of art. He could transform into nothingness and ride the magewinds, something unheard of before his time. He also created intense magical effects that no one else could duplicate, and he remained always favored of the high blood magic.
When Escorie the Vision-Bearer of the eluvori arrived in Audvelyn, the Lord Damiel decided to help her. He liked her, which was his own reason. The wild magic tried to act against him, or force him to act against her, and Damiel ignored it. No other Lord of Summerfire had ever done this and lived, but for some reason Damiel survived. It is speculated that he was so wild at heart that the restlessness of the magic was as nothing compared to his.
Escorie and Damiel fell in love- another thing which was unusual, since Damiel had been married before, though his wife was dead- and went into the south of Audiaurea together. Damiel departed after passing the Lordship of Summerfire on to his son. He was the first and only Lord of Summerfire not to be slain in battle or otherwise die before surrendering the Lordship. For some reason, the high blood magic accounted this a heroic deed, and let him go.
