Maelys Cloverbrook
the Moonmist Fairy
Named for the moonlight caught in clover blooms and the mist that rises from brooks at dawn.
Power
You can call the mist to hold a single moment still — a falling leaf, a dewdrop mid-plummet — and let anyone step through it into the memory of that instant. But the mist always takes a fragment of your own memory in return, a small price paid in forgettings.
- Familiar
- a glowworm named Emberwick
- Court
- Glimmerthistle Court
You refused to answer when the moon asked you for your name three times. The mist curled around your throat like a collar, and you have not spoken a true word since — only the truths that grow in the spaces between silence. The clovers at the brook's edge learned your story before you did.