Aithne Gossamermote
the Emberbriar Fairy
Named for the spark that lingers in dead wood and the cobweb-fine ash that carries it to new ground.
Power
Bramble-kindling — you can set a hedge to burn slow from within, and the smoke carries the scent of every wrong word ever said near its roots.
- Familiar
- A lead-grey millipede named Coax
- Court
- Cinderbriar Court
Some say you are the last thing a thorn hedge remembers before it goes black. Others say you are a stitch in the earth's seam, pulled tight by cold. What is true is you were not born to the soil — you came up through it, shoulder-first, with a bramble branch lodged in your palm. The ground still carries the dent you left.