Heulwen Gossamerwisp
the Emberheart Fairy
Named for the sun's last gasp in a marigold's throat and the spider-fine thread that tethers a dying flame to the dark.
Power
You can pinch a marigold's bloom to kindle a cold fire that burns nothing but breaths—one for every petal, and when it goes out, you owe the flower a secret you've never told.
- Familiar
- a soot-black field-cricket named Tinder
- Court
- Wildfire Court
You keep a single marigold seed in a locket that never opens, because the first time you tried, the heat from your palm turned the air to ash and you learned what you were. It was the day the garden burned and the bees went silent, and a cricket crawled through the smoke to your shoulder. You never buried the seed because it's not dead—it's waiting for you to choose the fire.