Merryn Mosswing
the Deepbloom Fae
Named for the moss that remembers the shape of an old stone and the wingbeat that carries its spores to new ground.
Power
You can coax a flower from dry stone and feel the root-memory of every seed you touch, but each bloom costs a breath you could have kept for yourself.
- Familiar
- A vine-lacewing named Spore
- Court
- Porcelain Court
‘You were under the porch the whole time?’ — that’s how the old gardener found me, curled in the damp soil with liverwort in my hair. I had been there three centuries, learning the patience of roots and the language of petal-fall. The house fell twice. The garden never asked me to leave, so I stayed.