Lir Bramblegleam
the Moonmote Fae
Named for the glimmer caught in a bramble's dew at midnight and the soft refusal of mist to show its shape.
Power
Lunar haze — you can thicken moonlight into a clinging fog that dampens sound and blurs edges, but only for one hour each night, and it leaves behind a faint silver trail only you can see.
- Familiar
- a pale-flanked moth named Lace
- Court
- Mistthistle Court
You will not cross a stream by moonlight. That rule cost you the company of a river sprite who once braided cattails into your hair, but every moth and mist-wraith knows you can be trusted with secrets. This is how you came to the hollow where the gorse never blooms, and where your first bargain was struck over a single bead of dew.