Carys Wrenleaf
the Thunderbloom Fairy
Named for the love that persists after the storm strips the leaves from the wren's nest and the green that pushes through the ashes.
Power
Stormseed — you can call lightning to strike a single acorn, forcing it to grow into a blackened tree in one night, but the tree knows only vengeance and bears fruit that tastes of copper and regret.
- Familiar
- A mud-dipped harvestman named Canker
- Court
- The Burnt Furrow Court
Every dusk you walk the edges of plowed fields, pressing seeds into the mud with your thumb. You never mark the spot; you rely on the storm to decide which ones deserve to break. One evening a bolt of lightning answered your gesture, and the furrow smoked. From that smoke you learned that the sky and soil are the same old argument, and you have been their mediator ever since.