The sylph is a fragment of the earth’s soul in faery form.

Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph’s waist and give her a quick squeeze. “Lesson’s over for today. I have something...

…you are not what you seem – you’re a Sylph – you leave and the air retains your image – you haunt me…