Mistwood Logs

Mistwood grows only where the fog banks lap the edges of the isles, its roots drawing water straight from the clouds. The felled timber stays cool and faintly damp to the touch no matter how long it seasons, and it weighs almost nothing: light as breath, yet so stubborn under the axe that only the realm's finest woodcutters ever claim it.

A hull planked in mistwood rides the sky currents like it was born to them, and shipwrights whisper that the wood still dreams of being cloud.