Bryn Aspendew
the Rainshroud Fae
Named for the cold dew that gathers on aspen leaves at dusk, and the hill that drinks it without a sound.
Power
You can call the rain to fall only on a single person, and it will follow them for days, seeping into their dreams as a drizzle of dread. But each use leaves you thirsty for three days, parched as a stone.
- Familiar
- a blind cave-crayfish named Echo
- Court
- The Drowned Hollow Court
People say that the puddles in the lane after a storm are deeper and darker when you've passed through. That they hold a secret the rain doesn't want to let go. You never corrected them. You first felt the pull under a lone aspen at twilight, its leaves beading with water that answered your need. Now you drink from clouds that have no name, and your thirst is never fully quenched.