Nadya Velvetridge
the Ash-Moth Countess
Named for the hope that clings to a burned thing, and the velvet ridge of a moth's thorax that holds the memory of flight.
Power
You can un-remember — by breathing ash into a living eye, you erase one hour of their life as if it never happened; the hour settles in your lungs and you dream it that night, whether you want to or not.
- Familiar
- A piebald raven named Thimble
- Bloodline
- House Cinderwist
"The chandelier fell in 1892," you said once, and the room listened. You remember the glass: how it didn't shatter, just dented the floor like a soft bell. The soot had already settled on the velvet, and you licked your thumb clean because nothing is wasted if you keep it.