Aeron Nettleveil
the Stormthistle Fae
Named for the old Welsh battle-cry that sounds like thunder rolling over a hillside of nettles, and the gauze of bruised leaves that hangs between worlds.
Power
Stormhold — you can wrap a patch of stillness around any one thing in a tempest (a match, a child, a promise) and keep it dry, but the storm will remember your shelter and ask for a piece of you in return.
- Familiar
- a rain-coloured shrew named Umber
- Court
- the Thornshroud Court
You woke into yourself on a hill where the thistles grow taller than a man, in the middle of a thunderstorm that would not break. Lightning struck the same crown of weeds three times before you understood it was your name. The thunder didn't speak — it showed you the shape of a veil you had been wearing all along.