Vaira, it seems, is a champion of life and light, and there’s an attraction in that for a man who has lived his life largely in a dark, largely lifeless city. The trees in his visions of Vaira reach high into the sky. The land beneath her is flourishing and green. Water runs through the hills surrounding her, and life grows boundlessly. In truth, Vaira was a druid of high blood some six centuries ago. She lived in the outskirts of the territory claimed by the High, far from Trammel. As her power grew, so did her fame. When she began speaking to the common citizens of her truths, that Vellene itself was a living, breathing, conscious entity, and that “we” (humans) were treading upon her and harming her with rapidly-expanding civilization, and ignoring the fruitful bounty she granted, members of the High began to get nervous. One day, she was captured, and that night, burned at the stake in the courtyard of the High Citadel, Inoccia.
Her followers believe that as she burned, the very essence of her being was so coursing with power, that she discorporated and infused the very air we breath, the ground we walk upon, the water we drink, and all else good and natural, with her spirit. While she does not physically exist in the world any longer, her power is still worshipped, and in many of the free cities outside the High’s control, she is worshipped above all others.