Carmilla Marblewood
the Stonebriar Countess
Named for the white-veined stone that cradles your roots and the wild thorn that first drew blood from your finger.
Power
You may press your ear to the earth and hear the low chant of every seed that will ever break from it, but the sound quiets your own heartbeat by a measure each time.
- Familiar
- A vine snake named Bindweed
- Bloodline
- House Thornwood
You were weeding the garden on a Tuesday. The root you pulled came up wet and long, with a bone at the end like a white thorn. You should have screamed. Instead you licked the soil from it. By evening the garden had grown into your veins. You have not left it since — it has left you.