When the trinity opened the paths to the feywild, not all their fey creations followed. Some remained as caretakers for the world they had blessed with life, and generation after generation, since life began, saw fey take up the mantle of guardian in the name of the goddesses. When the fraying mist arrived, it was the greatest insult imaginable. Not only did it kill or twist all life, but there seemed to be no way to fight it. Even the goddesses couldn't stop it. As they fled, their own nature changed, not from the mists but by the stress and shame. Ilvaite is the latest generation of that, and is forced to deal with the absence of purpose that used to be the hallmark of her family. Her inability to fight the mist created so much stress that it began to manifest her magic as psionics, and, as a last desperate attempt to stop it, she went looking for help, where she found Pannacotta's character, an aspiring cleric of the glass dragon. For her first official act in the name of her patron deity, Mercedes takes it upon herself to guide Ilvaite and help her overcome that existential fear. That was a few years ago, and now they're also best friends who do everything together.