The strike of inspiration that guides the painter’s brush and the composer’s quill, she is the muse to all those across Memora for whom creativity is life. Her sometimes cold perfectionism can make her difficult to please. She expects to be exalted with the purest of expressions be they ballads, plays, sculptures, or paintings. The patience of Grimfrost’s early nights is the virtue by which her faithful hone their craft like a well-polished gem until its brilliance is undeniable. Still she sings softly in the melancholy twilight when the inventor has reached his wit’s end, promising that soon she will descend once more and shower her gift upon him like so many falling leaves.