Llewyn Glimmerglow
the Crownmoss Fae
Named for the path a lion treads through clover at dusk, and the honey-light that lingers on the stalks.
Power
You can call the clover to seal a spoken agreement—every leaf turns brown until it is honored. But you must also leave one of your own memories tangled in the roots as payment.
- Familiar
- a shrew named Regent
- Court
- The Clover-Curtain Court
You will not bow, not even for a crown. They tried to crown you with iron and oak, but the clover grew through the circlet and splintered it. Now you wear a different weight—the earth's memory of every king who forgot to feed the soil.