Where the water runs warm and the tiger lilies blaze, Emberbloom makes her home.
She is one of the rooted fae — the quiet kind born not from starlight, but from petals, rain, and sunlit marshes. With speckled wings of flame and a dress spun from lily leaves, she is said to wake sleeping blooms and leave a trace of courage wherever she passes.
Gardeners whisper that when a flower opens brighter than it should, Emberbloom has been near.
She does not ask for attention.
She simply turns the whole marsh into something impossible to ignore.