Aoibhinn Rushbloom
the Squallbloom Fairy
Named for the beautiful radiance of your Irish name and the sudden flowering of rush after a storm, a union of wild wind and green resurgence.
Power
You can stir a storm from a still day—a gale that never breaks a branch, only lifts skirts and scatters petals. But the storm is fickle; it may answer you with a laugh or a snarl, and you must always give it a direction to follow.
- Familiar
- a damselfly named Zephyr
- Court
- Wildgale Court
‘You’ll never catch the wind,’ your da said, laughing. The next day a waterspout touched down in the meadow, and you walked to its centre and spoke to it as if it were a lost dog. It settled on your shoulder like a cat. You’ve been a little wild ever since.