Sylvaine Dewmote
the Duskwhirl Fairy
Named for the forest-born mist that clings to the world just before a storm breaks—each particle a promise of rain.
Power
You can call a passing storm to hold still for a single breath, just long enough to pluck a sound from the wind—a word, a laugh, a sigh—and let it take on a shape of its own. But the storm always wants payment in return, and it never forgets a debt.
- Familiar
- A barn owl that only appears when the wind shifts, named Winsome
- Court
- Stormwood Court
Every dusk you stand where the meadow meets the forest, holding a single blue feather to the wind. If it lifts, you know the storm will come; if it falls, you know the storm has already passed. One evening the wind answered you with a voice, and you have been listening ever since.