Lunet Gossamerwing
the Silveredge Fairy
Named for the fine moonlit rim that outlines every blade of grass in the meadow at midnight, and the weightless wings that carry that light.
Power
You can call the moon's reflection up from the soil to reveal what has been buried—a lost key, a forgotten name, a truth someone tried to plant—but only if you first offer a single drop of morning dew from your own palm.
- Familiar
- a blind snail named Nocturne
- Court
- Moonburrow Court
You were pressing a dandelion into the spine of a book when the petals turned to silver and the stem grew roots into your palm. The meadow had been waiting for someone who would notice when a weed became a door.