Aine Hazelshimmer
the Flarewick Fairy
Named for the glow of a lantern's wick when it burns with hazel oil, and for the ancient light that remembers the first fire struck from stone.
Power
You can kindle a flame from any cold ember, but each spark costs a memory you must forget; the brighter the blaze, the older the thing you lose.
- Familiar
- A charcoal-voiced cricket named Tinder
- Court
- Cinderwick Court
You are counting the wicks in an abandoned lantern room when a moth with wings like old glass settles on your thumb — every flame you have ever lit has a face, and the moth knows them all. It chirps a name from a language older than this building, and you realize the wicks are not yours to count but to answer.