Bryn Foxglovegleam
the Creekwisp Fae
Named for the hill where the first foxgloves catch the sun after rain, and for the shimmer that runs through puddles in the rushbed.
Power
You can make the reeds sing a bargain aloud so no one can lie—but the song lingers in your ears for a day, and you hear every unspoken thought near moving water.
- Familiar
- a spotted newt named Pebble
- Court
- Mudlark Court
You are sitting on a half-sunken log, threading willow leaves into a chain that catches the light just so. A frog watches you, and you can tell it has a message from someone who lost something in the stream last spring. You pause, and the reed bed hums.