Aveline Aspenbreeze
the Thornshadow Fairy
Born of the silver rustle of aspen leaves and the cool breath that follows a thorn's prick.
Power
Shadow-steep — you can draw a person's own doubts out of them and braid them into a thorn vine that keeps what it binds.
- Familiar
- a cinder-moth named Flit
- Court
- Whimbrel Court
You have always put one bare foot in the cold earth before the sun is fully down, counting the steps between your door and the old thorn hedge. One dusk you noticed your shadow had snagged on a brier, and when you tugged it free, a small black moth fell from the tear. You have been stitching shadows back into the shape of people ever since, and the hedge still remembers the first secret you wove into its branches.