Wynn Clovermote
the Moteshadow Fae
Named for the speck of shadow always clinging to clover leaves and the joy of finding it where it shouldn't be.
You can trade a kept secret for a thorn's worth of truth: when you touch a shadow and a thorn, the shadow snags, revealing one honest answer from anything it falls across. But each trade leaves a thornprint under your skin, and after three you forget who you asked for.
- Familiar
- A sand-colored springtail named Flick
- Court
- Thornmote Court
It was an ordinary Tuesday, weeding the verge where clover met bramble. A springtail jumped from your thumb, and the afternoon shadow crawled sideways, wrong. A single thorn curled around your little finger, and you laughed—because the bargain was already sealed before you knew you'd offered anything. Now the shadow follows you like a stray dog, and the thorns bloom wherever you've been kind.