Merryn Thistleflit
the Marshflit Fae
Named for the mer- of the sea tide and the thistle seed's quick journey on the wind, scattered where reed and water meet.
Power
You can speak a wager into the rustle of reeds, and the marsh will hold it. You can call a fog that swallows the memory of paths, but you must give the fog a name — and it will remember yours.
- Familiar
- a tobacco-brown newt named Clink
- Court
- The Fennwick Court
Every dusk you stand at the waterline and scratch a single word into the mud with a reed. By morning the tide always erases it, but you write it anyway. That's how the marsh learned your name, and how you learned you could make the reeds answer back.