Nevin Sorrelhaze
the Meadowlord Fae
Named for the small saint you were before the grass remembered your name, and the haze of sorrel that clings to your boots even when you walk on stone.
Power
You can root any one thing in place—a lie, a promise, a blade of grass—and the meadow will hold it until you release it, but it takes a day's worth of your own stillness to undo.
- Familiar
- A copper-skimmer dragonfly named Scepter, who folds his wings like courtly hands when you speak to a standing stone.
- Court
- Court of the Gilded Meadow
'You must be the one,' the old badger said, not looking at you. You were pulling dock leaves from a rabbit's catch. It was the first time anything spoke to you like a subject, and you had never asked to sit the throne of hummocks and bent grass. But the meadow knew, and it made you regal in ways you could not refuse.