Imposing unicorn stallion who lives semi-remotely in a seaside cottage with his aging widow mother, Aister Shell. They make their livelihood by combing the shore for whatever washes up or is revealed by the ebb, and tending a patch of rough brack-wheat for great rope, good basketry, passable cloth, and meagre foodgrain. He is regularly, if rarely, seen in town trading goods. He’s known for using magic little, his words even less, having a steady if not glacial temper, and being unmoved by the various temptations of the marketplace.

It is evident from his usual carry-loads that Sevendre’s strength may match that of smaller Earth ponies.

Aister Shell is not quite as solitary as her son, and has lately been seen in town with a little pegasus tag-along, who—word has—is a newly arrived ward, maybe a niece.