Silkhamn, the one who runs from fate. Loneliness seems to follow them around, suffocating, making it hard for the child to make friends. Their past clouds their future, constantly looking both ways instead of one. The lack of control of their life still controls them today as the crimson twine that holds the masks to them provides an odd sense of comfort.

Along with their twin, neither communicate with the storyteller much nor do they change the tale. A quiet understanding forms of fate and the things woven out of their control. Despite this they lead the others, only looking back to make sure they follow.

Before The Fledglings and The Tales, they were the village storyteller, putting on puppet shows for those who listen.