Heilyn Cloverhaze
the Brierwild Fae
Named for the hazel bush that grows at the edge of a misty clover field, where the haze clings to the leaves and the brambles creep in.
Power
You can call a thorn vine to writhe and climb at your command from a handful of damp loam, but it costs a bead of blood from your palm and the vine remembers any kindness you did it.
- Familiar
- A blind dormouse named Whorl
- Court
- Wildbriar Court
You were mending a gap in a hedgerow with your bare hands when a clover leaf stuck to your thumb and didn't fall off. The sky was the color of old milk. When you finally pulled it away, the leaf had turned into a tiny green coin, warm as blood, and the hedge behind you had sealed itself into a braid of brambles that only you could see through.