Bracken Elderflit
the Gloomfern Fae
Named for the bracken that grows in the shadow of an elder tree and the sound of something flitting through it only at night.
Power
You can draw cold dew from the air and shape it into a memory that sticks to the skin — anyone who touches it lives a moment they never had, but the memory leaves them with a chill that doesn't fade for three nights.
- Familiar
- a nightjar named Cinder
- Court
- Misthollow Court
You were just walking home through the bracken fields on an ordinary Tuesday, the elder trees dripping with dusk, when a splash of dew that was not yours landed on your shoulder. You wiped it off, and the night came alive with the scent of something remembered. Since then, the bracken has known your name.