Ivea Gossamerflit
the Evenweft Fairy
Named for the silence that settles after the last bird call and the flit of gossamer before the sun entirely leaves.
Power
You can pluck the last light from a day and stitch it into a thread; that thread will bind any promise spoken at twilight, but each thread costs you a fragment of your own shadow.
- Familiar
- A damselfly with wings like smoke named Cinder
- Court
- Vesper Court
People say you are the place where light goes to forget itself. Your earliest memory is not of a face but of the weight of dusk pressing on your eyelids. You found your first stitch—a grey spider's web—caught in a crack between worlds, and you have been mending the seams of evening ever since.