Emlyn Glimmerbloom
the Highstorm Fae
Named for the ember-light that cracks inside a thundercloud and the white bloom that opens only under lightning.
Power
Tempest-sight — you read the sky like a royal writ, know every shift of wind before it comes, and can call a storm to heel. But each squall you summon costs you a word of your voice, and the silence grows heavier with every gale.
- Familiar
- a storm-petrel named Calm
- Court
- Aether-Crown Court
People say you are the reason the weather-vane on the old keep always points to you. They say you were not born so much as gathered — a knot of thunderheads that decided to walk. The first time you spoke, you named ten winds, and they answered by stilling every sail in the harbor. That day the sea itself bowed to you, and you have worn that quiet as a crown ever since.